I sit on the sidewalk as you pass me by; hold out my hat, shake it a little; spare any praise, praise for the insecure? From the corner of your eye, you size me up, judge if I'm worthy As you walk away, I rise to my feet begin to dance begin to sing Anything you might want to hear Still, you walk faster begin to beg begin to scream Just a bit of praise for the insecure You turn around you face me down begin to laugh begin to jeer The whole street joins in I back down turn away run and hide Well, anyway, that's why I didn't share my idea