It's all make-pretend
When I shake your hand
When I say "no problem"
But when I walk out the door
You can't touch me anymore
It's my job to be nice
Not my personality
You think what you say makes a difference
Or even makes me care somehow
It doesn't make me care at all
You're too stupid to see
Why someone like you
Could never be someone like me
Too dumb to realize
That what I give you is not a smile
It's just a piece of my time
Not a piece of my mind
It's a piece of my paid time
Not my mind
