©2009 Neal Gladstone
CHORUS:
I know that, don’t you think I know that
I know that, don’t you think I know that
I know that, don’t you think I’ve heard those words before
I don’t want to hear them any more.
I used to think you were so refined
I looked to you for direction
I used to stand in the waiting line
Vying for your attention
You ask me to believe everything that you do
Write your biography and walk around behind you
Treat somebody like a monkey, monkey’s gonna bite you.
CHORUS
You want a choir of devotees to idolize you
But even devotees get tired of being lied to
Treat somebody like a monkey, monke’y’s gonna bite you.
CHORUS
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