Catwalks

The Grand Pricks

The catwalks go up to your bedroom
And they let me see inside
And now I know when you are lying
And you have got nowhere to hide

Would you mind?
“Yeah, no problem”
“No, go ahead”
It's really something so unkind
If I ask a certain question
I'd like you to respond
In fair due good time
And tell me what I should expect
And when and where you need me to be
I can't escape this ugly feeling
that you find something wrong with me