It's all make-pretend   When I shake your hand   When I say "no problem"   But when I walk out the door    You can't touch me anymore      It's my job to be nice   Not my personality   You think what you say makes a difference   Or even makes me care somehow    It doesn't make me care at all      You're too stupid to see   Why someone like you   Could never be someone like me   Too dumb to realize   That what I give you is not a smile      It's just a piece of my time   Not a piece of my mind   It's a piece of my paid time   Not my mind