You and your staff look at me like I'm some kind of thief,
After much worrying, I feel a kind of relief,
After all is said and done,
When something gets stolen you'll know I'm not the one,
You watch me so closely, you know my every move,
You'll all be my witnesses, I'll have nothing to prove,
No matter where I go, no matter what I do,
I feel your guards are watching me in the eyes of all of you,
You make me feel so naked, you make me feel abused,
I'm like that little something, that you use and use and use,
With cameras all over, and security guards everywhere,
Everyones a thief, the way you stand and stare,
In a way, I'm glad you know my every move,
You know I'll have nothing to prove.
End!
composed and written by daryl immanuel gounder
