| If you hear a politician |
| Or a singer making song |
| Do you just refuse to listen |
| Knowing that he must be wrong |
| That’s the way it is, you know, |
| You just see what you want to see |
| Who am I to tell you how to think |
| Or tell you who to be |
| I will show you what I know |
| Sometimes we will disagree |
| If we learn at all to grow |
| Then I have done my small duty |
| That’s the way it is, you know, |
| You just see what you want to see |
| Who am I to tell you how to think |
| Or tell you who to be |
| I could bring my favorite flower |
| Maybe yours would be the same |
| Maybe we would argue hours |
| Over the fair flower’s name |
| That’s the way it is, you know, |
| You just see what you want to see |
| Who am I to tell you how to think |
| Or tell you who to be |
| If I brought my good friends home |
| And set a welcome table place |
| Could you see them past their clothing |
| Or past the color of their face |
| That’s the way it is, you know, |
| You just see what you want to see |
| Who am I to tell you how to think |
| Or tell you who to be |
| That’s the way it is, you know |
| You just see what you want to see |
| Who am I to tell you how to think |