If you think
I'm just goin’ to go away,
then you've got me all wrong.
And if you bet
I'll take offense
or get discouraged,
say 'I'm done. I quit! '
then you don't know me yet.
'Cause I'm a salesman.
Selling's in my core.
And in the end,
No matter what you sell
‘You have to sell yourself.'
Yes, I'm a bore.
This is the only thing
that I do well.
But I'm not like
the others of my tribe
'cause I'm not one
to pressure or misguide,
intimidate, or bargain,
beat down, bribe.
But shark or saint,
a salesman has no pride.
I'm still here.
Even if you grow irate.
'cause as a salesman
I know how to wait.
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