Their eyes show me they care
But withtheir caring - they stare
What you never seen someone in a wheelchair before!
The pitiful look in their eyes, belie thoughts
that can be seen through their eyes - which do not lie
Hey! Guess what! Don't want your pity
I'm just going about in the City
Their stares convey the look you would give a sweet little puppy
Don't you know? Am Happy,
can't you see the strong, sexy
intelligent woman that I am
Just going about in the City
So whatare you looking at!
Am just going about in my wheelchair - In the City!
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