Lyrics:
Wait a minute manYou mispronounced my nameYou didn't wait for all the informationBefore you turned me awayWait a minute, sirYou kind of hurt my feelingsYou see me as a sweet back-loaded puppetAnd you've got a meal ticket tasteI see right through youI know right through youI feel right through youI walk right through you You took me for a jokeYou took me for a childYou took a long hard look at my assAnd then played golf for a whileYour shake is like a fishYou pat me on the headYou took me out to wine, dine, 69 meBut didn't hear a damn word I saidI see right through youI know right through youI feel right through youI walk right through you Oh, hello Mr. ManYou didn't think I'd come backYou didn't think I'd show up with my armyAnd this ammunition on my backNow that I'm Miss ThingNow that I'm a zillionaireYou scan the credits for your nameAnd wonder why it's not thereI see right through youI know right through youI feel right through youI walk right through you