Right Through You
Wait a minute, manYou mispronounced my nameYou didn't wait for all the informationBefore you turned me awayWait a minute sirYou kind of hurt my feelingsYou see me as a sweet back-loaded puppetAnd you've got a meal ticket taste
I see right through youI know right through youI feel right through youI walk right through you
You took me for a jokeYou took me for a childYou took a long hard look at my assAnd then played golf for a real whileYou shake is like a fishYou pat me on the headYou took me out to wine, dine, 69 meBut didn't hear a damn word I said
I see right through youI know right through youI feel right through youI walk right through you
Hello Mr. ManYou didn't think I'd come backYou didn't think I'd show up with my armyAnd this ammunition on my backNow that I'm Miss ThingNow that I'm a zillionaireYou scan the credits for your nameAnd wonder why it's not there
I see right through youI know right through youI feel right through youI walk right through you