| Wait a minute, man
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| You mispronounced my name
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| You didn’t wait for all the information
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| Before you turned me away
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| Wait a minute, sir
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| You kind of hurt my feelings
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| You treat me like a sweet back-loaded puppet
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| And you’ve got meal ticket taste
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| I see right through you
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| I walk right through you
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| I feel right through you
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| I see right through you, yeah
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| You took me for a joke
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| You took me for a child
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| You took a long hard look at my ass
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| And then you played golf for a while
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| Your shake just like a fish
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| You pat me on the head
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| You took me out to wine, dine, 69 me
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| But didn’t hear a damn word I said
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| I see right through you
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| I walk right through you, yeah
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| I feel right through you
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| I see right through you, yeah
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| Hello Mr. Man
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| You didn’t think I’d come back
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| You didn’t think I’d show up with my army
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| And this ammunition on my back
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| Now that I’m Miss Thing
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| Now that I’m a zillionaire
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| You scan the credits for your name
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| And wonder why you’re not there
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| I see right through you
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| I walk right through you, yeah
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| I feel right through you
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| I walk right through you, yeah |