Those not in the know, might call me wonderful
Those that have never lived with me
If you only scratch the surface, you might think I'm perfect
Those that really know, have had enough of me

Those without a clue think there's nothing I can't do
I just hope that they don't dive too deep
You can ask my mother who might say with a slight stutter
She thinks there might be something wrong with me

Those that I just meet might think differently of me
Than those that have known me over time
The less that we hang out the less you figure out
Most of the time I'm walking a thin line

If I hang too long around, I might wear my welcome out
This without a doubt there's no denying
Those that don't know me might believe anything they see
With all of this I only wish that I was lying