Leaving
Don't try to
wrap me round your finger;
or twist me here and there
I'm not some elastic
You can toy with anywhere
I've had enough
of your twiddling thumbs
I've tried to do you justice
But no you wouldn't listen
you were too dumb
Don't start with those
minute excuses
to trap me in a box
You are as cunning as a fox
You know I'm not someone
you can toy
so boy,
listen here
You nasty tingle,
try and do me some good
and frustrate me no more
I'm oh so sick of your antics
and I'm leaving for good
so toodles to you.