But I am not sorry, oh no I'm not sorry In fact I feel rather simple and clean, and truthful I've simply decided to no longer pretend Like I'm having a good time with you when I'm not, or to put up With jerky behavior It's simply not worth it I'd rather be lonely than tolerate fools acting mean as they please And expecting their women to graciously appease them No matter what they might do And haven't you noticed how the kindness in men So rare and so treasured wears off once a few blessed months have pa**ed? Why can it never last Then later, much later, they come crawling back Wondering how you have been doing, and they seem so concerned So gentle and kind Almost as nice as before you let them into your pants It's a sad excuse for romance And if you'd ventured to ask me, here's what I would've said: I am right and you are gone I am right and you are wrong Yes, I believe in a one-legged waltz Yes I believe in a language without talking Yes I believe in leaving without walking And I believe I am right and you are gone I am right and you are wrong For still they expect you to sing their praises While your rough-hewn voice goes unheard Their kindness undisplayed And your gracious ignorance of all of their faults is so underpaid So rather than finish this same old story I'd rather choose nothing at all I'd rather not answer when you call Yes I believe in a one-legged waltz Yes I believe in thinking without thoughts Yes I believe in seeing with the lights off I believe I am right and you are gone I am right and you are wrong