So I gave her a ring And not exactly an engagement ring I tracked down her number on the internet It was the easiest thing She thought I was rude To call her at home I said I was hurt by what she had written In that review and now I wanted to She told me this conversation is over Send me and e-mail when you're sober and I wasn't even drunk So go to hell. Miss rydell Yeah, go to hell, miss rydell They say that the pen Is mightier than the sword And I know the feeling the devastating feeing Cause I have been stabbed before I worked my ass off With babysitters every practice While she between autumn coughs Dispatched me with her preconceived thoughts She told me this conversation is over Send me and e-mail when you're sober and I wasn't even drunk So go to hell. Miss rydell Yeah, go to hell, miss rydell So go to hell, go to hell This is the only way I can approach the humiliation It's a bit stupid and childish pathetic, but it's a solution So I sent her an e-mail And kept it kind of friendly too Some adequate questions about her assumptions Something I had to do She never replied She never replied