Oh, Darling.
It always happens this way.
Their a-gonna come
A-creepin’
A-sneakin’ and
A-peepin’
Telling you how to run your show.
What I want to know is this:
What’cha gonna do when they
Point that fish-eyed lens at you;
A-yellin’
A-sellin’ and
A-pimpin’
All these things you hold dear?
While they go about
A-faddin’
A-addin’ and
A-paddin’
Their bankrupt soul accounts.
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