What you did to us was inexcusable, you disappointing,
sallow scab. Took advantage of us, got your way,
abused us, almost destroyed all we had. You took my
strength, you took my passion, and turned it into a
fashion show. Dollar signs in your eyes, you being to
fantasize about how much money you'll be owed. Drink
your guilt down while you drive around, and everything
you did's a letdown. I am not a robot. He is not a
robot. He is not a robot. He is not a robot. Never
again!
