Pelle Carlberg Go To Hell Miss Rydell Lyrics

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 feeling
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 wrote 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