Man, I know what you were going to do once you swerved to the lane to the left of me. And I had a split second where I thought, "Can I? Should I?" And I tried, but even though I put my foot on the pedal, and I heard my engine roar, it, uh, didn't go anywhere. Meanwhile, you and your souped-up Jag swerved just in front of me, and just behind the slow car that you just had to overtake because you are a man (of course it's a man) going places.
Could I have just let you get in front of me? Yeah. But I thought I could take you, this one car, this one time. Besides, you'd probably cut in front of me with only inches to spare if I let you go in front of me. I saw you shimmy your ass inbetween two cars when you had no right to after you went by me. You're an asshole. An asshole with a hell of an engine, but an asshole nonetheless.
Could I have just let you get in front of me? Yeah. But I thought I could take you, this one car, this one time. Besides, you'd probably cut in front of me with only inches to spare if I let you go in front of me. I saw you shimmy your ass inbetween two cars when you had no right to after you went by me. You're an asshole. An asshole with a hell of an engine, but an asshole nonetheless.
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