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All my carefully measured metaphorAll my flat nine dominant seven chordsAll of my shtickMy lyrical trickeryAll of those bowsAll that applauseAll my intertextualityAll my self-aware hypocrisyAll of those rhymesMy irregular timesAll my softly spoken sophistryAll my make-up, all my lightsAll my photo shoots in tightsAll my pretensionsAll my intentionsAll my glitzy opening nightsAll my brow-dependent jokesAll my mirror balls and smokeAll my tilts at wit and whimsyAll my poetryMy swear words and my smutWill never get as many hitsAs Kitten Waking Up From Letras Mania