What about memoving pictureswell there's a little boy waiting at the counter of the corner shophe's been waiting down there, waiting half the day,they never ever see him from the tophe gets pushed around, knocked to the ground,he gets to his feet and he says...chorus: what about me? it isn't fairi've had enough, now i want my sharecan't you see, i wanna livebut you just take more than you givewell, there's a pretty girl serving at the counter of the corner shopshe's been waiting back there, waiting for a dream,her dreams walk in and out, they never stopwell, she's not too proud, to cry out loudshe runs to the street and she screams...chorusmore than you give...take a step back and see the little peoplethey might be young, but they're the ones that make the big people bigso listen as they whisper:"what about me?"and now i'm standing on the corner, all the world's gone homenobody's changed, nobody's been savedand i'm feeling cold and alonei guess i'm lucky, i smile a lotbut sometimes i wish for more than i've got...choruswhat about me?what about me?what about....me?