Oh, you thought I wouldn't notice
You're restless little hands
Your fickle little mind
Yes, sir
No, sir
Sir, I'm all but blind
Oh, your darting little eyes
You think that I don't see
Stupid, I'm defined
Yes, sir
No, sir
Sir, I'm all but blind
You keep me on a little string
But you wish for bounty
Heedless, and unkind
Yes, sir
No, sir
Sir, I'm all but blind
Capricious little thing I am
Left without a trace
Just that way inclined
No, sir
No, sir
Sir, I'm all but blind
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