Listen To My Lips
Why is it that no one ever listens?They all think that I'm some sort of
A peonistic, babbling idiotic nothing
Who hasn't done anything or
Gone anywhere or seen anybody
In my whole life
When I get frustated or show
A little resentment for it
They tell me that I'm out of line
And I need to get over it
Or they continue to ignore me
And wonder why I'm so upset
At least most of the time
There is one who used to listen
My niece Melissa showed me
A little respect, very little, but
She does it out of fun
Although she has adapted and reacts
Like all the rest, but thats okay
Someday, my day will come
Then boy watch out
Beacuse this peon will be the bigshot
You just wait boy, just you wait
Oh, never mind
I'm just talking to myself
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