Just To Get Known

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Everybody lives a life that goes through changes.
Even strangers.
Everybody lives a life they learn to condone.

And everybody wishes to get that which is teased,
Just to please...
Others to witness just what it is they own.

People love to get what's wanted,
Just to flaunt...
Their wants.
People love to get what's wanted,
Just to flaunt.

People love to get what's wanted,
Just to flaunt...
Their wants.
People love to get what's wanted,
Just to flaunt.

People like to strut for other people just to be shown.
To get a piece of that attention.
People like to strut for other people just to get known.

People like to strut for other people just to be shown.
To get a piece of that attention.
People like to strut for other people just to get known.

People love to get what's wanted,
Just to flaunt...
Their wants.
People love to get what's wanted,
Just to flaunt.

And everybody wishes to get that which is teased,
Just to please...
Others to witness just what it is they own.

Be'Cause,
People like to strut for other people just to be shown.
To get a piece of that attention.
People like to strut for other people just to get known.
Be'Cause,
People like to strut for other people just to be shown.
To get a piece of that attention.
People like to strut for other people just to get known.
Be'Cause,
People like to strut for other people just to be shown.
To get a piece of that attention.
People like to strut for other people just to get known.

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