Lyrics
Can We Talk About Me?
[Verse 1: Obedient, sweet, almost doll-like] Yes, Mother, I'll do what you say,
I'll put all my feelings away.
I'll clean up the mess, I'll straighten the room,
I'll make myself useful from morning to noon.
I'll hold my tongue, I'll lower my eyes,
I'll smile for you, I'll tell you no lies.
Whatever you need, whatever you please,
I'll bend like a branch in the cold winter breeze.
[Pre-Chorus] Just give me a list, I'll cross off each task,
I'll never complain, you don't have to ask.
I'm happy to help, I'm happy to be
Exactly the person you wanted from me.
[Chorus] I'm your page
I'm your cook
I'm your maid
I'm your rook.
I'm only here to do what you please.
Can we take a break?
Can we talk about me?
Give me a chance to speak.
Can we talk about me?
Mother may I do as you ask of me?
[Verse 2: Sarcastic, desperate, starting to crack] Oh, yes, Your Majesty, what shall I do?
Shall I scrub the floor while I'm scrubbing out me too?
Shall I sew my mouth shut, polish my chains,
And thank you politely for all of my pains?
I'll fetch you your coffee, I'll swallow my pride,
I'll bury my feelings and keep them inside.
Anything else? Should I get on my knees?
Perhaps I could thank you for letting me breathe?
[Pre-Chorus: Mocking, increasingly frantic] Oh, give me a chore, give me something to mend,
I'll be your servant until the very end!
Don't mind my opinion, don't mind my distress,
I'm just your obedient little success!
[Chorus] I'm your page
I'm your cook
I'm your maid
I'm your rook.
I'm only here to do what you please.
Can we take a break?
Can we talk about me?
Give me a chance to speak.
Can we talk about me?
Mother may I do as you ask of me?
[Bridge: The sarcasm collapses into desperation] Oh, Mother, I'm sorry, was that out of line?
To ask for a moment, to ask for what's mine?
I know I'm just talking, I know I'm a fool,
I should know by now that there are rules.
So tell me to hush, tell me to smile,
I'll play your little game for a little while.
But Mother, I'm begging, just answer me this...
When did my life become something I miss?
[Final Chorus: Furious, almost laughing through the words] I'm your page!
I'm your cook!
I'm your maid!
I'm your rook!
I'm ONLY here to do what you please!
CAN WE TAKE A BREAK?!
CAN WE TALK ABOUT ME?!
Give me a chance to speak!
CAN WE TALK ABOUT ME?!
Mother, may I do as you ask of me?!
[Outro: Quiet, polite, almost automatic] Yes, Mother.
Of course, Mother.
Whatever you say. ...