Talking of my attributes

The things I do so well

As anyone who's in cahoots

With me will readily tell

I've lived up here, I've been down there

I've bought so I could sell

And if I drove a faster car

I'd drive it bloody well

How could I change?

I live without restraint



And I would try the patience of a saint

And I would try the patience of a saint



Thinking of my attitudes

Talking one-on-one

I may disagree with you

But look where you've come from

And all that you've got

I thought that I would faint



But I would try the patience of a saint

And I would try the patience of a saint

I would try the patience of a saint



I'm talking to myself (I'm talking to myself)

Talking to myself (myself myself)

I'm talking to the one that I know best

I'm talking to the one that I know best



Bury me with gratitude

You can't go to hell

Why should I care?

I'd rather watch drying paint



But I would try the patience of a saint

And I would try the patience of a saint

I would try the patience of a saint



And I would try the patience

Of a saint