I Want Everyone to Like Me

I want everyone – to like me.

I want everyone to like me – real bad.

I want everyone – to approve of 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 find out where they are by the way.

I would run to embrace them.

I’m only kiddin.

I’m really very modest once you get to know me.

A house and a little land.

Little someone to lend a hand.

Little money set aside.

God, then I would be satisfied.

Want someone to tell me, one time: “Honey you don’t look well.

Why doncha lie down for a couple years. I’ll look after things.”

A grown up woman would be nice.

I’d like to flip over once or twice.

Find out what makes her tick.

Some friends to call my own – God knows.

A family and a home.

A couple kiddies at my side.

Keep me fat, and satisfied.

I want everyone – to like me.

That’s one thing I know for sure.

I want everyone – to like me.

‘Cause I’m a little insecure.