Wouldn't Do It For Me

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Knelt down to lend a hand
and scraped my knee.
Well that was just foolish,
they wouldn't do it for me.

I'll cook and I'll clean,
oh! and I'll help paint that thing!
Not sure why I should,
they wouldn't do it for me.

I've worked eighty plus hours,
even got two degrees,
but that didn't matter,
you wouldn't do it for me.

Perhaps this is karma,
for what I'm not sure,
because I give and I give
but it's never my turn.
I wish I could shout and
just make them see
that I'd give them the world
but they still wouldn't do it for me.

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