The Special Goodness
"Pardon Me"

I hate it when I抦 not polite
When it抯 deserved it抯 still not right
So I still wish you better days
Though I dislike you anyway
It doesn抰 mean I can抰 be courteous

Excuse and pardon Me

I get uptight and nervous and tense
Small things tend to become immense
I抦 just beginning to unwind
So if I seem to be unkind
It isn抰 really me that抯 talking

Excuse and pardon Me

My head抯 connected to my heart
And I just can抰 pull them apart

Although they know each other well
The odds are slim that they will gel
They just don抰 seem to go together

Excuse and pardon Me