You Don't ASK

You Don’t Ask, You Don’t Get -Written by Laura Roppé

I am sitting very pretty,
Legs crossed at the ankles
Silent as an angel,
I don’t even mumble

Is this the way I’m gonna die?
Waiting oh so patiently, never asking why?

If you don’t A-S-K
You don’t G-E-T
Tell me what am I waiting for?
No one gonna give it to me

You don’t A-S-K
You don’t G-E-T
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Now I’m gonna get it for me

I am sitting very patient
I should be so grateful
Ready with a smile
When you pass right by

Did I rub you the wrong way
When I took my ball away, said I don’t want to play

CHORUS

Bridge:
Can I get me some common courtesy
Can I get me some world peace
Can I get me some r-e-s-p-e-c-t
Can I get the perfect pair of jeans
And most importantly,
Can I get a, can I get a, can I get a woop woop

I can hear what they all say
But I’m just so tired of playing “Mother May I”

CHORUS
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Now I’m gonna get it for me