Wait a minute man
You mispronounced my name
You didn't wait for all the information
Before you turned me away
Wait a minute sir
You kind of hurt my feelings
You see me as a sweet back-loaded puppet
And you've got meal ticket tasteI see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through youYou took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while
Your shake just like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine, sixty nine me
But didn't hear a damn word I saidI see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through youHello Mr. Man
You didn't think I'd come back
You didn't think I'd show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back
Now that I'm Miss Thing
Now that I'm a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it's not thereI see right through
I know right through you
I feel right through
I walk right through you, you
Songwriters
ALANIS NADINE MORISSETTE, GLEN BALLARDPublished by
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group