Etiquette
"Hands off, Franziska!"
"But I don't want to listen to—"
"I'm driving. Proper car etiquette dictates that control of the car stereo is a driver privilege."
And you make me so mad I ask myself
"Papa had a driver, but he was the one who controlled the radio."
"I'm not your chauffeur, Franziska."
"You're my subordinate."
Why I'm still here, or where could I go
It doesn't seem she's going to stop that anytime soon. Why do I put up with this?
You know why, you idiot.
Stupid conscience.
