[Intro]
Well, hello, room full of watchers.
Sip your wine, work your angles, take your stealth little glances at my man.
Get comfortable, ladies. Let me tell you a story
about the best watcher this town ever produced. Spoiler, honey: it's me.
[Verse 1]
Seven years back I clicked a livestream 'cause the topic sounded smart
And a man walked out with no slides and rearranged my whole chart
Said to my screen, out loud, alone — I'll quote me, I was there —
"That's my man." Present tense. Decided. Done. He just didn't know it yet.
So don't you tell me about watching, sugar. I invented your whole sport.
I ran your searches, walked your directories — and then I did the part you don't.
[Verse 2]
I found his standing meeting and I got myself a chair
Then I made that meeting BETTER — that's the move, right there, that's rare
I carried things. I fixed things. I showed up and closed the gaps
Not useful like a resume — useful like a load-bearing fact
And somewhere in the carrying, he started saving me the seat
And seven years on, ladies, I'm the one he cooks for. Weep.
[Chorus]
I was you — every one of you, I ran it first and better
The front-row math, the deep-dive nights, the casually-timed hello
So I'm not mad at the watching, babies, watch away, he's GORGEOUS
But watching's free, and free buys free, and that's the whole disclosure
The toll road's marked in two words, and I paid it every day:
show UP. Out loud. With hands full. Or enjoy the view from where you stay
I was you
(and honey, look at me now)
[Verse 3]
Now — my minion flagged the consultant, so let's file the evening's game:
I clocked the front row by minute two. I clock every room he plays.
Call it my tax. I pay it smiling. I get a little stabby — ask around —
But I didn't need the knife tonight. "What else?" did all the carving. Clean.
And the kid at check-in? Leave the kid alone. The kid's with ME.
She earns her lanyard weekly, and that's the only wristband to this show.
[Verse 4]
And here's the part I'll say once, soft, because it's mine and it costs:
He told me early — nothing's permanent. Not the town. Not even us.
"We re-earn this every day," he said. I could've run. It sounded hard.
It IS hard. It's the deal. I wake up and I win him, daily, on purpose, still.
Seven years of daily. That's the ring, ladies. Not the metal. The DAILY.
You want what I have? It's not behind the man. It's inside the work.
[Chorus]
I was you — the watcher with the racing heart, I remember, it was sweet
Then I got useful, got out loud, got load-bearing, got the seat
And I STILL pay the daily toll, and the toll's the whole romance
So watch him sign your books, enjoy it — then go build like you've got hands
The man's not on the market, but the method's free tonight:
show up, out loud, hands full, daily
I was you
(now go be me — somewhere else, honey)
(...somewhere ELSE.)
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