To be exposed
In all my strife
You gaze upon
My troubled life
But it don't bother me
What you see

You take my name
And hang it high
You paint my picture
With colored lies
But it don't bother me
What you do

You twist my words
Like plaited reeds
To mark your gain
And help your needs
But it don't bother me
What you say

What truth is told
Of who I am
Shall break the silence
Of waters calm
But it don't bother me
Who I am

But if you were
A beggar boy
You'd sing of riches
You could enjoy
But it, it don't bother me
What they are

I'm a thinkin' now
I'd rather hide
Or turn my back
Or stand aside
But it, it don't bother me
What I do

'Cause it just don't bother me

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bert Jansch