from 366.70.
How dare you come here
. . . and cook my food.
How dare you come here
. . . and build my house.
How dare you come here
. . . and mow my lawn.
How dare you come here
. . . and clean my office.
How dare you come here
. . . and work the land.
How dare you come here
. . . and repair my roof.
How dare you come here
. . . and dig my new swimming pool.
How dare you come here
. . . and be a nanny for my babies.
How dare you come here
. . . and work in my meat packing plants.
How dare you come here
. . . so that, every time I happen to see you,
I gotta feel so
ashamed.
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