You Don't Know Me At All - Nick Lowe

Well, you don’t know mad from sad

You don’t know explaining from complaining

You don’t know next who you’ll be blaming

And you don’t know me at all

The ones you’re closest to

Should be those really knowing you

But you haven’t got a clue

Even though you say you do

You think you’ve got me figured out

You know without a doubt

Just who I am

And what I’m all about

But you don’t know mad from sad

You don’t know explaining from complaining

You don’t know next who you’ll be blaming

And you don’t know me at all

You’ve got me pigeon-holed

Cataloged and bought and sold

Oh, but truth be told

I don’t quite fit your mold

But there’s many sides and angles

That you haven’t seen

And since you haven’t looked

You don’t know what I mean

If somebody’s being open then it’s moping

You don’t know squawking from just plain talking

You don’t even know which way you’re walking

And you don’t know me at all

If anyone claims to be

As close as you say you are to me

And yet has failed to see

Never really loved, don’t you agree?

If they did they’d show

That they don’t know about myself

Instead of shoving me

Upon some dusty shelf

But you don’t know mad from sad

You don’t know explaining from complaining

You don’t know next who you’ll be blaming

And you don’t know me at all

If somebody’s being open then it’s moping

You don’t know squawking from just plain talking

You don’t even know which way you’re walking

And you don’t know me at all

No, you don’t know me at all