I want everyone – to like me. I want everyone to like me – real bad. I want everyone – approve me. Because when they disapprove of me, it makes me feel so sad.
I wanna earn the respect of my peers. If it takes a hundred years. I’d like to out where they are by the way. I would run to embrace them.
I’m only I’m really very modest once you get to know me.
A house and a little land. Little someone to lend a hand. Little set aside. God, then I would be satisfied.
Want someone to tell me, one “Honey you don’t look well. Why doncha lie down for a couple years. I’ll after things.” A grown up woman would be nice. I’d like to flip her over once or twice. Find out what makes her tick.
Some friends to call my own – God knows. A and a home. A couple kiddies at my side. Keep me fat, and satisfied.
I want everyone – like me. That’s one thing I know for I want everyone – to like me. ‘Cause I’m a little insecure.