You know I'm impatient So why would you leave me waiting outside the station When it was like minus four degrees? And I, I get what you're sayin' I just really don't wanna hear it right now Can you just stop for like once in your life? Listen to me I took your nice words of advice about How you think I'm gonna be like you I turn thirty-three Okay, so yeah, I whine like a baby I'm not patient and I play some Britney Every other week But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be? And I'm too messy, and then I'm too squeaky clean You told me: Get a job, then you ask where that I have been And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth And I want to be me Is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too foolish now You hate it when I cry and it's been every day this month And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the whole big lot 'Cause you hate the whole big lot 'Cause you hate the whole big lot You hate, you hate It's taking you ages You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages But one text or two would be nice And, please, don't pull those faces When I've been out working like every day You hate when I whine at you But, hey, you can't even talk Watch TV just to help you sleep While you're out havin' fun at 4 o'clock? And then you come back to me And don't say hello As I'm asleep again And forgot to fold my clothes And I'm too messy, and then I'm too squeaky clean You told me: Get a job, then you ask where that I have been And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth And I want to be me Is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too foolish now You hate it when I cry and it's been every day this month And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the whole big lot You hate the whole big lot You hate the whole big lot And I'm too messy, and then I'm too squeaky clean You told me: Get a job, then you ask where that I have been And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth And I want to be me Is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too foolish now You hate it when I cry and it's been every day this month And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the whole big lot You hate the whole big lot You hate the whole big lot You hate the whole big lot You hate the whole big lot