Right Through You

Wait a minute, man

You mispronounced my name

You didn't wait for all the information

Before you turned me away

Wait a minute, sir

You kinda hurt my feelings

You see me as a sweet back-loaded puppet

And you've got meal ticket taste

I see right through you

I know right through you

I feel right through you

I walk right through you

You took me for a joke

You took me for a child

You took a long, hard look at my ass

And then played golf for a while

Your shake is like a fish

You pat me on the head

You took me out to wine, dine, sixty-nine me

But didn't hear a damn word I said

I see right through you

I know right through you

I feel right through you

I walk right through you

Oh, hello Mister Man

You didn't think I'd come back

You didn't think I'd show up with my army

And this ammunition on my back

Now that I'm Miss Fame

Now that I'm a zillionaire

You skim the credits for your name

And wonder why it's not there

I see right through you

I know right through you

I feel right through you

I walk right through you, you