There's something foul with my oral opening
I can not seem to control it, I object to everything
You know, I'm talking all the time, but I've got bupkiss to say
The ka-ka my vocal cords produce even outdid my ass today
Pseudo-provocative, I haven't got a clue
What I'm referring to, I just argue 'til I turn blue
The sound of my own voice gives me an intellectual high
I get off on my own arrogance I'm so cynical I could cry
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