Oh to feel like ""someone"", I am not the dumb one
You, my friend, are crossing lines drawn out by something
You know, you got to be in it to grow
Oh you know, you're a f*cking disappointment
I'm making my appointment, sir, for 10am
I guess I'll see you then, I'll see you then
Oh to feel entitled, must be so delightful
Knowing that you're privileged, not freezing or frigid, or cold
You know you're looking rather old
Oh you know, you're a f*cking disappointment
I'm making my appointment, sir, for 10am
I guess I'll see you then, I'll see you then