Go To Hell, Miss Rydell

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 an email 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
 that devastating feeling
 cos i have been stabbed before
 i worked my ass off
 with babysitters every practice
 while she, between autumn calls,
 dispatched me with her preconceived thoughts
 she told me, this conversation is over
 send me an email when you're sober
 but 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 sent her an email
 and kept it kind of friendly too
 some adequate questions
 about her assumptions
 something i had to do
 she never replied
 she never replied