Feeling:

I run a million miles away
Every day you come to pray
Your hat modestly covers your hair
But it can't cover everything
Not everything I know about you

You try to tell me there's still a place for me here
But I can see him standing over your shoulder
And I know he's been feeding you information

I can see you've been unfaithful
By the grapes crushed on the doorstep
You don't think I notice
But there's a nymph in the bathtub
And she's quite naked

What am I, stupid?
Do I look stupid to you?
What am I, stupid?
Do you think I'm stupid?
Hey!

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