Well there's a little boy waitin' at the counter of a corner shop He's been waitin' down there, waitin' half the day They never ever seem to have the time He gets pushed around, knocked to the ground He gets to his feet and he says "What About me, it isn't fair I've had enough now I want my share Can't you see? I want to live! But you just take more than you give..." Well there's a pretty girl servin' at the counter of a corner shop She's been waitin' back there, waitin' for her dream And dreams walk in and out, they never stop Well she's not too proud to cry out loud She runs to the street and she screams "What about me, it isn't fair I've had enough now I want my share Can't you see? I want to live! But you just take more than you give..." (More than you give) Take a step back and see the little people There's nothin there but the words that make the big people big So listen, as they whisper "What about me? ..." Now we're standin' on the corner of a world gone home Nobody's changed, nobody's been saved And I'm feelin' cold and alone I guess I'm lucky, I smile a lot But sometimes I wish for more than I've got... "What about me, it isn't fair I've had enough now I want my share Can't you see? I want to live! But you just take more - What about me?! It isn't fair! I've had enough now I want my share! Can't you see? I want to live! But you just take more You just take more You just take more than you give... What about me? What about me? What about me?