I’m barkin’ up the wrong tree again. I snuck my way out of my fence. I’m here causing trouble where I’m not supposed to be. And I bet you’ll make a fool out of me.

I’m sweeter than sugar, real nice. You buttered me up, took your time. You’ve got humor and charm, just enough to disarm me- how could I know what to expect? Your venom shoots straight for my neck. It’s embarrassing, I’m flushed. Shoot me down and I’m crushed. You make such a damn fool out of me.

When my feelings are hurt, I’m my best. I feel all of my rage in my chest. I don’t sit and wonder why, I just pretend things are fine. I’m still perfecting my Irish exit. Oh, how I’d love to leave you with just questions. When my ego’s been bruised or I’m left feeling used, you won’t get to make a fool out of me. When I’m feeling unwanted, I leave.