I'm Parting Ways With This Yankee

It's over between us, Yankee.  You stink.  You make my head throb instead of my heart.  You seemed so promising too when I first laid eyes on you in a Cracker Barrel store.  I've tried to hang in there and give you a chance before I ended things.  But you smell like rancid Pledge furniture polish instead of sweet 'Country Lemonade' like I hoped.  I'm not saying it's you, but I know it's not me.  Maybe it's just bad timing.  If the phone doesn't ring, it's probably me.  Chow Yankee!