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Good for the Goose (New)

Question after question as though you want to be just like me
doing whatever it is that your mind thinks to mock my moves
I am not a teacher teaching you how to read
yet you follow what you think is how I am instructing you
Monkey see, monkey don't do over here
trying to compare our actions, boy you need to stop
gonna wind up making me do something you will fear
pressure busting a pipe, well go on ahead and pop
Now tell me something that only you can tell me so well
how can you justify what it is you are doing?
merely on a feeling deep inside your head
to be messing with chicks sucking and screwing
is gonna have someone six feet under dead
I haven't done anything wrong
but to you I can't seem to do a thing right
you can do what you want to, is the song
exaggerating that I be texting all through the night
so now you wanna assume, tryna turn the tables
putting it off on me so you can disappear
you don't need an excuse when you're already able
to continue to hurt me the way you have for the last year
see you're what they call the goose
and I am what they call the gander
tryna make it look like I'm the one getting loose
when you're the one committing scandals
and what's good for you isn't good for me
cause what's good for he isn't good for the she
you can do what you want and I'm to let it be
from your cage little goose, fly away, you are now free

Written by Marcia S. McNeill


Q: Why do some people find it easy to accuse you of doing the very thing they are doing themselves?

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