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 an email 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 That devastating feeling Cos i have been stabbed before I worked my ass off With babysitters every practice While she, between autumn calls, Dispatched me with her preconceived thoughts She told me, this conversation is over Send me an email when you're sober But 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 email And kept it kind of friendly too Some adequate questions About her assumptions Something i had to do She never replied She never replied