Text: Last Summer. The Hell With Christy Mckinley.

Tell me something that I don't already know
I don't want to spend my time trying to find a way to get it through to you
When you just take everything I say the wrong way
I know what you're thinking
I know what you want to do
You've got a lot to learn about what's really going on inside my head
Maybe I should let you know that there's not a place for you
So I say the hell with you
I can see right through you
To hell with you
(Fuck you)