I'm having trouble fitting through your door dear
Is there something about these bruises on my forehead you find so appealing?
I thought that we'd been through all this before dear
I cannot be held accountable for the layout of my apartment building
Well that's the same thing that you say about the way your eyes roam
And though you say that you're sorry I wish you didn't have to
Well it's not like I want to
But meeting your eye level
Is such a giant hassle
Even the former WNBA player is finding it hard
To feel like there's someone who cares enough about them
To ignore the stares
You know that it occurs to me dear
That for every single day I've talked I've had the same damn conversation
Well I guess that now you see dear
That going out in public means a certain amount of stupid questions
You know I always thought you saw me as more than a number
Sometimes I think I'll change my name to seven feet two inches
The advantage of which is?
If nothing else it's likely
To save me time at parties