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.