The Assumption

The Assumption

I know you know you think I think I am the best
But let me get a few things off of my chest
Because I stand alone with what you call a frown
Does not mean I’m stuck up, if anything I’m stuck down

I know you know you think I think I am the shit
But the truth could not be much further from it
I’d rather have you wonder what I’m all about
Than open up my mouth, and remove any doubt

Don’t you assume you really know me
Don’t you assume I’m sad and lonely
Don’t wonder what I’m not revealing
Looks can be concealing after all

I know you know you think I think I’m where it’s at
But don’t forget I see myself as bald and fat
I promise you there is some more than what you see
But your assumptions tend to make an ass of just me

Don’t you assume you really know me
Don’t you assume I’m sad and lonely
Don’t look for answers on the ceiling
Looks can be concealing after all

All of the people who would rather
be by themselves aren’t inherently unhappy
so don’t pile up your assumptions you be the life of the party
and I’ll be the party of my life. I’ll be the party of my life.
You can be the life but I will party hearty
through the party of my life.

I know you know you think I think my stank don’t stink
I’m sorry Mr. Gladwell I’m more blank than blink
If first “of courses” tend to become just desserts
I hope you’ll stick around for seconds and maybe thirds

Don’t you assume you really know me
Don’t you assume I’m sad and lonely
You might find my thick skin appealing (a peelin’?)
Looks can be concealing after all