Being With You
You turn your back and you walk away
And I am left here with nothing to say
You don't seem to care about leaving this mess
You don't seem to notice my distress
And then I'll reach out and hold out my hand
I look to the sky then look to the ground
There's no getting round what I have to do
I guess it's just part of being with you
I pick up your poo
I pick up your poo