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