Текст песни
Talking of my attributes, the things I do so well
As anyone who's in cahoots with me will readily tell
I've lived up here, I've been down there,
I've bought so I could sell
And if I drove a faster car,
I'd drive it bloody well
How can I change?
I live without restraint
And I would try the patience of a saint
Thinking of my attitudes, talking one on one
I may disagree with you,
But look where you've come from
And all that you've got,
I thought that I would faint
But I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint
I would try the patience of a saint
I'm talking to myself (to myself)
I'm talking to the one that I know best
Bury me with gratitude, you can go to hell
Why should I care?
I'd rather watch drying paint
But I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint
I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience... ...of a saint
