Don't Let Your Ass Get Hit By the Door

**This is my bow to the Country-Western song** Well look who's back From his trip Well I hope you know What you missed I waited for you at the restaurant Till a quarter past Then it finally dawned on me And I knew you put me last So... (Chorus) Don't let your ass get hit by the door I don't want you 'round here anymore If you really needed me Then you'd be here where I could see That you really needed me But I know you don't No you don't So... (Repeat) When I left I saw your car In the parking lot Tell me what's she got That I don't got? You know what, I don't even want to care It's not like you were ever really there We never were the best of friends I guess we weren't ever friends From beginning to the bitter end No, no we weren't We really weren't So... (Chorus X2) No you don't No, no you don't (Fade out)