Day of day the hour of hour
there’s a little something in me:
power
I should not be afraid of it
watch me while I scorn that fake tit
Day of day oh this true instant
if you’re skeptical just get bent
all I’m trying to do is get out from under
even in arcadia there’s a dark side
to wonder
should I be writing fucking jingles?
I’m gonna suck baby till it tingles
and call it a fine day’s work
even if I’m a bit of a jerk
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