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Oh I can wish
For duller mind
For more glamour
Or quiet time
For higher heels
Or flattened hips
But the nasty truth
Is at my lips
I will not let it out today
It's no one's business anyway
I'll do some petty work instead
Let it fester in my hand
I'll do some petty work instead
Let it fester in my hand
Do some petty work instead
Let it fester in my hand
What bothers me?
Disatisfies?
Why the silent when
my dark side cries?
If I'm so smart,
What reason then
Do I deceive
my knowledge when
it eats at me
and shows it's true?
It's flat, it fits
Me like a shoe
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