As you look down on me from your office
drinking your coffee cup
you think that I was no good
and I'll never measure up
may the laugh one day come back at you
when karma trips you up
I don't need to lift a finger
just let the man above...
(chorus) So let me toast my pain
this won't happen again
you left me no recourse
there's just one thing I've got to say
thank God for the divorce
I now may have a brown bag life
but I've got a heart of gold
I doubt that you can now say that
as you prance around so bold
Your world would come crashing down
once the real story's told
I don't need to lift a finger
just let the man above...
(chorus)
I give away what I don't need
to those who need it most
your heart is only fueled by greed
as you sip and take a toast
Don't brag of lies that you dream of
and don't prematurely boast
I don't need to lift a finger
just let the man above...
(chorus)
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