Thanks for the Angst

She's driving me to wit's end Testing my conviction Baiting me to make my move Reason beckons for an instant I reckon I should listen 'Cause I've got so much left to prove Ineptitude I'm blessed not to exude But there's a special place in hell For all us selfish prudes Whether I end up With lipstick or egg upon my face It's always a send up of chick flicks I've seen but cannot place I'm not getting bent up, conflicted Or twisted out of shape In the end, the edge is straight Ineptitude I'm blessed not to exude But there's a special place in hell For all us selfish prudes Whether I end up With lipstick or egg upon my face It's always a send up of chick flicks I've seen but cannot place I'm not getting bent up, conflicted Or twisted out of shape In the end, the edge is straight