You gallivant about the joint
As if you own the place
Never offer any help
It’s frankly a disgrace.
I’d say you’re just a passenger
You’ve just come for the ride.
I get so angry sometimes
The anger’s hard to hide.
You’ll go gallivanting
And expect a welcome back
It’s me that’s left to do the work
And take up all the slack.
While you’re off gallivanting
Caught in your social whirl
It’s me that’s left to clear things up.
It makes me want to hurl!
via Gallivant
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