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Look At Me
Pleasant mumbles when she smiles and says hello And the world is in a hurry they all have some place to go
Stairsteps one at a time next year maybe ground floor Laughter in the hallway follows her through her door
The damn things only scared her so she took down the mirrors from the walls and tabletops No shiny things on shelves Now she only sees herself and everybody else in the windows of the shops
She thinks Just look at me Just look at me My my, just look at me It's come to this
Young ones look straight ahead as if entering their lives Her approach is an insult from where they will arrive
Sometimes she wants to slap them Old folks can be so mean Instead she hangs her head and walks by, eyes on her feet
The jewelry's in a box old calendars and clocks old keys she can't identify Hat pins and cameos the bureau overflows She thinks I got this far they could at least meet my eyes
She thinks Just look at me Just look at me Damn you just look at me that's all I ask Just look at me Damn you, just look at me Just look at me Is that too much |
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