The tic begins where's the manned end? | |
The climate change will never get in | |
Silent and strong and prepossessed | |
You never need to make your own mess | |
Weasel to me in charming to some | |
Loathsome and glib | |
Habits like self-love | |
Wearing slim fast you carve your niche | |
Lean smug back and work your pitch | |
And all the way i'm gone, no | |
Demon race to find | |
You paint it up and know that | |
Any face can lie | |
Affect my greatest style, what | |
Suits me best of all | |
Keep my pocket filled, lean right and | |
Fall |