Polite

Have you ever wondered
Why I turn away or just try to ignore you?
Have you ever wondered
Why you feel the need to try to cause me pain?
It's good and it's nice and it's kind to refrain

Did your mother never tell you
Not to shout and scream stamp and storm through?
Did your father never tell you
Not to break a heart and run away?
You lie and you cheat and betray and you pay

And, oh, they should have told you
That it's not nice
And it's not kind
It's not polite

So I hold the door
And I bow and let you walk through
Tea is all laid out, dainties on a silver tray
The peaches are lovely this year, so they say

Little finger out
As I sip and watch and wonder
At the way you slouch
And the way you slurp your tea
By teatime tomorrow it won't bother me

And, oh, they should have told you
That it's not nice
And it's not kind
It's not polite

Watch the minute hand
As it crawls around the clock face
In the hotel room
Where she sits and sighs and waits
Did nobody tell you it's rude to be late?

And, oh, they should have told you
That it's not done
It just won't do
It's not polite