Remember me who you are
And be ****** to who you be
Step off stage and show me the colour you really are
I love the ventriloquist, not the dummy before me
I am your tea cosy of a partner
The price you pay to keep from getting burned
White, black, brown or red
The liquid poured is turned inside my head
Just sit still and yammer
I know who makes you work
Pour a cup of tea, I want to talk
About the hand inside your mind
It makes you think and walk
Like the vessel we all wish you were on stage
Not behind the curtain
Where the real thoughts are kind