Don't look at me like that

Don't look at me
like that

Like some holy
opulence

Like some gilded
sacrifice

Too much for me to hold
on my shoulders
However broad
they may seem

I'm not
who you think
I am

I sound
well composed
whole

I'm not
the kind of girl
you think I am

Don't look at me
like that

I'm no good
for taking home
to mother

In fact I don't
even want to meet
your friends

When I'm holding the
world in
my hands

Remember, mister
it's just a globe, a small
representation

The gift of gab
doesn't mean
anything

My mouth is pretty
but words
are plastic

Oh, mister please
don't look at me
like that.