Hiss, Hiss, Hiss

I ask you a question, and what do I get, grumpy answer, like I am some kind of dummy, I would run from you, if you had done this when we first met. Your true colors didn't reveal, until about a year of bliss, now I'm stuck with a man that can't carry on a conversation, and when I want to talk, you hiss, hiss, hiss. Maybe you need to enroll in personality classes, or maybe you just need to be committed, maybe I need a shrink, or just need to get sassy. Anyway, you can catch more flies with sweets, that vinegar ain't working too good for you dear, you have become a bothersome creep. Now let's see, who needs who? I have my poetry, who needs you?