Don't you just love it
When someone makes faces at you
When you try to say thank you
For something that they did
But, are they making faces
Like someone who thinks they're something
Or is it just the fact
That he doesn't know how to acknowledge recognition
You see, some of us
Don't think of it as great
We're just doing
What we know how to do
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