What what do you see
When you look at me
Am I just like you
Even though I don’t live on the Upper East Side or drink chai tea

I try to get by
With myself and I
It can be quite hard
Worrying about what people think of me and what you’re doing

Any other day
I’d be on my way
But I’ll stick around
For reasons I don’t understand why I’d want to be your new man

I

I’m sorry you’re so broke
Or was that a joke
Well I can sympathize
I don’t know where my money goes or why I can’t afford nice clothes

I’ll leave this for you
When you’re feeling blue
Remember your worth
More than me because I’m moving out to Queens and you the city