Intro: Em, B, C, B


              Em
All my carefully measured metaphor
              B
All my flat nine dominant seven chords
                  C
All of my shtick
                   C
My lyrical trickery
                   B
All of those bows

All that applause

All my intertextuality
All my self-aware hypocrisy
All of those rhymes
My irregular times
All my softly spoken sophistry

All my make-up, all my lights
All my photo shoots in tights
All my pretensions
All my intentions
All my glitzy opening nights

                C
All my brow-dependent jokes
            G
All my mirror balls and smoke
     Em
All my tilts at wit and whimsy
           B
All my poetry
                                               C
My swear words and my smut
         C                 
Will never get as many hit's as
 B                                  Em
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