He pushes and he pushes and he pushes to convince you to do this one little thing for me oh it won’t take long it’s so easy and painless and you think oh well I mean it’ll be super fast and then he’ll leave me alone 
(but that’s where you’re wrong); for

As soon as this one thing is done,

And you slam the door in his face and you sink to your knees on the floor and you blow the sweaty piece of hair off of your face with your heart still pounding with relief that the ordeal is over and you look down, you see a dress shoe, laces untied, still in the door 

Preventing it from closing

And you look back up to see a Cheshire grin spreading on his face 
and you know it will never go away.