Put up or shut up!
Don't you try to do a snow job on me
Is that real angel hair
What it's cracked up to be?
Hold your horses while on the beam
Do you see me in your pipe dream?
You said you lost all fever in your heart
And you wish you turned now into a rug rat
To be more gullible, opener and naive
To find in your dull life immense relief
You hope you have it made in the shade
If you're washed up, you'll get a high grade
You guess, you didn't miss a trick
How about getting a kilo brick?
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