You smile. I smile.
You cry, I cry.
You scream, so I scream.
Monkey see. Monkey do.

At 9, you told me you were playing around,
but I knew it was a lie
because of all the blood I found.
But I knew I had to keep my mouth shut.
So I just watched and watched.
I put up a front.
I watched mom cry endless tears,
so I cried those tears too.
It's like I said
Monkey see. Monkey do.

Then, I got to high school,
and the game started to change.
They kept whistling at me,
And saying "Hey, Girl. What's ya name?"
And innocent as I was, I'd answer them.
And as quick as that,
I'd fallen into the trap.
He would say he loved me,
but deep down I knew it wasn't true
because from head to toe
I was black and blue.

But, I kept up a front,
like my mom does so well.
I covered up my scars with makeup
so no one could tell.
Mom cried, I cried.
Monkey see, Monkey do.

Now, I'm 18
and I'm dead and gone.
You're left wondering what you did wrong.
The answer is simple, mom!
Monkey see. Monkey do.