I heard you got your knickers in a twist today
Hurtful remarks are here to stay
Let's not get in a snit when offense comes our way
Don't forget we're all made of clay
And people say stupid things ev'ry single day
We must overlook what they say
Don't we all need a little grace along the way?
Is this like a three act ballet?
It happens three or four times a year in replay
Act 1 A few months you're away
Act 2 You come back and we hope you're gonna stay
Act 3 An offense comes your way
Because of one person you leave us in dismay
Are we like dust in an ashtray?
Do you hate us, to treat us like a throwaway?
