You Catch More Bees With Honey, Sugar

Here's a crayon, I'll draw you a picture

Where in the hell did you learn to drive?

With a mouth like yours, it could use a sphincter

And the sound of your voice gives me hives

I'd rather french kiss a pissed off rattlesnake

Or be set on fire with used cigarettes

Cause, no matter how hard I try and fake it

I can't help thinking that, you're a mess

You're rude and you're dumb, a real pain in the ass

Yet, somehow I can't tell you the truth

Cause my mama taught me to let the ugly pass

So instead, I smile, holding the door for you