Have you ever wondered Why I turn away or just try to ignore you? Have you ever wondered Why you feel the need to try to cause me pain? It's good and it's nice and it's kind to refrain Did your mother never tell you Not to shout and scream stamp and storm through? Did your father never tell you Not to break a heart and run away? You lie and you cheat and betray and you pay And, oh, they should have told you That it's not nice And it's not kind It's not polite So I hold the door And I bow and let you walk through Tea is all laid out, dainties on a silver tray The peaches are lovely this year, so they say Little finger out As I sip and watch and wonder At the way you slouch And the way you slurp your tea By teatime tomorrow it won't bother me And, oh, they should have told you That it's not nice And it's not kind It's not polite Watch the minute hand As it crawls around the clock face In the hotel room Where she sits and sighs and waits Did nobody tell you it's rude to be late? And, oh, they should have told you That it's not done It just won't do It's not polite