| Explain away the obvious in a single breath
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| Your eyes betray your countenance they’re signaling distress
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| Your wagging speech is withering and clothed beyond reproach
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| Shaming and ambiguous the fabric of your coat
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| Initial observation yields a striking silhouette
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| A close examination shows the cut of avarice
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| Flimsy and inaccurate the coarseness of the weave
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| A blanket condemnation draped upon a heartless sleeve
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| I may be hungry
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| I may be lonely
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| But not for you
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| No I don’t know your etiquette
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| I won’t kowtow to you
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| I may be hungry
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| I may be lonely
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| But not for you
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| And even though I’m desperate
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| I won’t kowtow to you
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| Your estate is brazen you are held within your will
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| The home that you have chosen owns a stultifying chill
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| Foundation is eroding and the ground is undermined
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| For all your underpinning you keep slipping down the side
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| Amazing cast of characters like busy little bees
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| They come to prop you back up but they know you’re hard to please
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| How it must consume you all you must ingest
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| To generate the fuel to maintain your edifice
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| I may be hungry
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| I may be lonely
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| But not for you
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| No I don’t know your etiquette
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| I won’t kowtow to you
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| I may be hungry
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| I may be lonely
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| But not for you
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| And even though I’m desperate
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| I won’t kowtow to you
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| I may be hungry
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| I may be lonely
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| But not for you
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| No I don’t know your etiquette
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| I won’t kowtow to you
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| I may be hungry
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| I may be lonely
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| But not for you
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| And even though I’m desperate
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| I won’t kowtow
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| I won’t kowtow to you
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| I may be hungry
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| I may be lonely
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| But not for you
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| No I don’t know your etiquette
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| I won’t kowtow to you
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| I may be hungry
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| I may be lonely
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| But not for you
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| And even though I’m desperate
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| I won’t kowtow to you |