No one had to teach me how to be mean
I was pretty much born knowing
But someone — actually many-ones —
Had to teach me how to be nice
No one had to teach me how to be mean
I was pretty much born knowing
But someone — actually many-ones —
Had to teach me how to be nice
If every word I ever said
Was played before a jury:
I’m pretty sure that I’d be dead,
They’d sentence in a hurry
By lashing out with bitter spite
Full many I have scarred:
You could say doing this is quite
A kind of
Calling card