they might be giants
i am not your broom
Now broom you must now sweep for me the dust it fills my room No John I will not sweep for you for I am not your broom What nonsense are you speaking broom my words you must obey Another life awaits be and I'm leaving you today I am not your broom I am not your broom I've had enough I'm throwing off my chains of servitude I am not your broom I am not your broom No longer must I sweep for you for I am not your broom