This is not really something I do, it's about someone who might watch people and the questions they might pose. It definitley has nothing to do with my occupation, it's just observations of mine on people who sit and watch people. :)
People watching My friend and I, we sit and watch, People walking down the main street, And we comment about the clothes that they wear, From their head right down to their feet. And we also predict their own life story, Who they are by night and by day, We ponder if they’re the one that says what to do, Or are they the ones that obey. Then we wonder who is a little rich, a lot rich, And who is the most painfully poor, And we especially ponder which one likes being queen, And which one likes being the w####. My friend and I, we love watching people, Where we think and ponder real deep, About the closets owned by each of these people, About the secrets that they each keep.
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