How many times must I tell you I’ve told you
How many times must I say what I’ve said
A person can only repeat themselves so many times
Before they shout the message
Still you will insist on asking again
On not paying attention to begin with
And relying on my memory to be your memory
I can imagine your brain getting fat
While mine is lean and sinewy
One day you will have to do with out me
When your brain breaks a sweat
It will come out in tears