The Real Me
I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink
I sit and tell him 'bout my weekend
But he never can change what he thinks
Can you see the real me
Doctor, doctor?
Can you see the real me
Doctor, oh, doctor?
I went back to my mother
I said, "I'm crazy, ma, help me"
She said, "I know how it feels, son
'Cause it runs in the family"
Come on, tell me, can you see the real me
Mother, mother?
Can you see the real me
Mama, whoa, mother?
Can you see, can you see
Can you see the real me?
Can you see, can you see the real me
The real me, the real me, the real me?
The cracks between the pavement stones
Like rivers of flowing rain
Strange people who know me
From behind every window pane
The girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house
Yesterday she passed me by
She don't want to know me now
Can you see the real me
Can you, can you?
Can you see the real me
Can you? Whoa, yeah
I ended up with the Preacher
Full of lies and hate
I seemed to scare him a little, ha-ha-ha-ha
So he showed me to the golden gate, woo!
Can you see the real me
Preacher, preacher?
Can you see the real me
Preacher? Whoa, yeah
Can you see, can you see
Can you see? Whoa, yeah
Can you see the real me
Doctor, doctor?
Can you see the real me, mama?
Can you see the real me?
To get another shrink
I sit and tell him 'bout my weekend
But he never can change what he thinks
Can you see the real me
Doctor, doctor?
Can you see the real me
Doctor, oh, doctor?
I went back to my mother
I said, "I'm crazy, ma, help me"
She said, "I know how it feels, son
'Cause it runs in the family"
Come on, tell me, can you see the real me
Mother, mother?
Can you see the real me
Mama, whoa, mother?
Can you see, can you see
Can you see the real me?
Can you see, can you see the real me
The real me, the real me, the real me?
The cracks between the pavement stones
Like rivers of flowing rain
Strange people who know me
From behind every window pane
The girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house
Yesterday she passed me by
She don't want to know me now
Can you see the real me
Can you, can you?
Can you see the real me
Can you? Whoa, yeah
I ended up with the Preacher
Full of lies and hate
I seemed to scare him a little, ha-ha-ha-ha
So he showed me to the golden gate, woo!
Can you see the real me
Preacher, preacher?
Can you see the real me
Preacher? Whoa, yeah
Can you see, can you see
Can you see? Whoa, yeah
Can you see the real me
Doctor, doctor?
Can you see the real me, mama?
Can you see the real me?
Credits
Writer(s): Pete Townshend
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