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