Self-Effacing

I'm not the guy who says "I'm the guy" Always been self-effacing I'm in the room, you won't see me soon Always been self-effacing Compliments come but my rule of thumb is Under duress say all my success is All due to them, on them I depend And I'm self-effacing, and I'm self-effacing My resume is dull and it's gray Always been self-effacing Want to be known as someone unknown Always been self-effacing Why can't I pose, wear flashier clothes Inflate who I am, a little flim flam Referring to me, I'm third person me And I'm self-effacing, and I'm self-effacing Thank you, but I don't merit your praise Thank you, but I don't merit your gaze Thank you, but I'm not up to the task Thank you, but I don't know why you've asked And I'm self-effacing, and I'm self-effacing Close to the vest is what I do best They'll attest, self-effacing My DNA just won't go away I remain self-effacing I don't deserve first, second, or third A great deal less, I have to confess My trophy room's bare, but why should I care And I'm self-effacing, and I'm self-effacing Thank you, but I had help to prepare Thank you, but I was told what to wear Thank you, but Autotune has been used Used and perhaps a trifle abused And I'm self-effacing, and I'm self-effacing Self-effacing Self-effacing Why can't I preen, be part of the scene Berate those around and act like the clown Guest DJ a bit, sardonic in wit 'Cause I'm self-effacing Self-effacing Self-effacing It's not a choice, I'm less a Rolls Royce And more minivan, you do understand We're tight, me and you, see things as we do We're both self-effacing, and I'm self-effacing