Erica Lee Martin - RBF

I don't really care what you think I'm thinking
I don't really care what you think I'm thinking

I walk over to your table
We have not been formally introduced
I take your order
It's already memorised
Do you want anything else?
You tell me "How 'bout a smile?"

You ask me if I'm grumpy and you tell me I am dark
You ask me if I'm angry if I'm bored
But you know what?
It's not your place
It's just my face

I walk down the street to do my errands for the day
(I don't really care what you think I'm thinking)
I need a wee so I will just duck inside
But now one thing stands in my way
A fucking smile

You ask me if I'm grumpy and you tell me I am dark
You ask me if I'm angry if I'm bored
But you know what?
It's not your place
It's just my face

Monday's child is full of grace
It's a shame about the face

We're on a date and you're telling a story
With a joke buttoned on the end
You're not funny
So my face just doesn't move
You say I should lighten up
Allow myself to laugh once in a while
Ha ha ha

You ask me if I'm grumpy and you tell me I am dark
You ask me if I'm angry if I'm bored
But you know what?
It's not your place
It's just my face

Written by:
Erica Martin

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