Don’t you know?
Haven’t you heard?
It’s my name they can’t say.
That’s why I end up in the hard basket.
Don’t you know?
Haven’t you heard?
I don’t speak in their gibberish coded way.
That’s why I end up in the hard basket.
Don’t you know?
Haven’t you heard?
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
That’s why I end up in the hard basket.
Don’t you know?
Haven’t you heard?
It’s because I’m so trusting, I easily believe!
That’s why I end up in the hard basket.
Don’t you know?
Haven’t you heard?
I’m compassionate and direct.
That’s why I end up in the hard basket.
Don’t you know?
Haven’t you heard?
I don’t do as they expect.
That’s why I end up in the hard basket.
Don’t you know?
Haven’t you heard?
I’ve given up on what people may think.
That’s why I don’t care about their baskets.
Surely you know,
Surely, you’ve heard.
Follow your gut, trust your instinct.
That’s how you’ll stay out of their baskets.
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Lenita Lei
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