Self-Effacing - Sparks

I’m not the guy who says «I'm the guy»

Always been self-effacing

I’m in the room, you won’t see me soon

Always been self-effacing

Compliments come but my rule of thumb is

Under duress say all my success is

All due to them, on them I depend

And I’m self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing

My resume is dull and it’s gray

Always been self-effacing

Want to be known as someone unknown

Always been self-effacing

Why can’t I pose, wear flashier clothes

Inflate who I am, a little flim flam

Referring to me, I’m third person me

And I’m self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing

Thank you, but I don’t merit your praise

Thank you, but I don’t merit your gaze

Thank you, but I’m not up to the task

Thank you, but I don’t know why you’ve asked

And I’m self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing

Close to the vest is what I do best

They’ll attest, self-effacing

My DNA just won’t go away

I remain self-effacing

I don’t deserve first, second, or third

A great deal less, I have to confess

My trophy room’s bare, but why should I care

And I’m self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing

Thank you, but I had help to prepare

Thank you, but I was told what to wear

Thank you, but Autotune has been used

Used and perhaps a trifle abused

And I’m self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing

Self-effacing

Self-effacing

Why can’t I preen, be part of the scene

Berate those around and act like the clown

Guest DJ a bit, sardonic in wit

‘Cause I’m self-effacing

Self-effacing

Self-effacing

It’s not a choice, I’m less a Rolls Royce

And more minivan, you do understand

We’re tight, me and you, see things as we do

We’re both self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing