What About Me?
A Bella Universe Song. Number 1 for Christmas.
(Upbeat, dramatic puppy-pop style — imagine exaggerated spy music meets a toddler tantrum soundtrack)
Verse 1
Claire sits down with her dinner plate,
Fork in hand — suspicious fate.
She takes a bite, and I can’t believe
She didn’t look at me first. The audacity!
I stare real hard with my biggest eyes,
The “feed me now” ones she can’t deny.
But she keeps chewing… and all I see
Is betrayal in HD.
Pre-Chorus
She calls it “me-time”…
I call it a crime.
And so I whine…
Chorus
What about me?
I’m right here starving emotionally!
You’ve got your snacks and your cup of tea,
But you forgot your priority —
HELLO, Claire, what about me?!
I’m the star of the house, can’t you see?
Everything you do should involve treats!
So really… honestly…
WHAT ABOUT ME?!
Verse 2
You sit on the couch for a quiet rest,
But my zoomies say that’s not what’s best.
You want calm? Sorry — can’t agree.
There’s chaos scheduled at half past three.
You try to nap for “five minutes, please…”
I trip the Roomba to enforce my needs.
You say you love me — and I believe.
But love should come with cheese.
Pre-Chorus
You call it “boundaries”…
I call it “misery.”
So I repeat…
Chorus
What about me?
Your fluffy queen of emotional complexity!
You’ve got your plans, but respectfully,
I think they should revolve around ME.
HELLO, Claire, what about me?!
I’m adorable — that’s my degree.
The world should bend to my puppy decree.
So once again, I plea…
WHAT ABOUT ME?!
Bridge (melodramatic whisper)
I see you walking…
But are you thinking of snacks?
I hear you talking…
But is it about my tracks?
I watch you breathing…
But is it for my benefit?
(Probably yes.)
I am the mission…
You just haven’t accepted it.
Final Chorus
What about me?!
This household operates at my frequency!
If you’re doing something independently,
You must correct it immediately.
HELLOOO, Claire, what about me?!
Your life is a Bella documentary.
I’m the icon — you’re just here to feed.
So say it proudly with me…
WHAT. ABOUT. MEEEE?!
(Cute outro bark, then dramatic flop on the floor.)
