You say I've got a lot of
Problems, and I know it's true
I only own what's on my
Back, and it ain't to lose
Why don't I find a proper job
and get myself some dough?
Don't like my car or my
manners, or me, I know
You push me 'round a lot
You treat me bad a lot
You know it hurts so much
But I don't mind, 'cos I am thickskinned.
Friends say you always put me down
And baby, I don't mind
'Cos when you look I get this feeling
You wrap your arms around
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