Alanis Morissette

Mr. Play-It-Safe was afraid to fly

He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye

He waited his whole damn life to take that flight

And as the plane crashed down he thought

«Well isn't this nice...»

And isn't it ironic... don't you think

A traffic jam when you're already late

A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

It's meeting the man of my dreams

And then meeting his beautiful wife

And isn't it ironic...don't you think

A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...

Like anyone would be

I am flattered by your fascination with me.

Like any hot-blooded woman

I have simply wanted an object to crave.

But you, you're not allowed,

You're uninvited,

An unfortunate slight.