I Want Everyone To Like Me

I want everyone – to like me. I want everyone to like me – real bad. I want everyone – to approve of me. Because when they disapprove of me, it makes me feel so sad. I wanna earn the respect of my peers. If it takes a hundred years. I'd like to find out where they are by the way. I would run to embrace them. I'm only kiddin. I'm really very modest once you get to know me. A house and a little land. Little someone to lend a hand. Little money set aside. God, then I would be satisfied. Want someone to tell me, one time: “Honey you don't look well. Why doncha lie down for a couple years. I'll look after things.” A grown up woman would be nice. I'd like to flip her over once or twice. Find out what makes her tick. Some friends to call my own – God knows. A family and a home. A couple kiddies at my side. Keep me fat, and satisfied. I want everyone – to like me. That's one thing I know for sure. I want everyone – to like me. 'Cause I'm a little insecure.