Adulation

So you think I’m money
I am the third degree
Uninviting
Still envious of me
I am worry
I am paranoid I need
Chip on shoulder
A black and white tv

We’re not lancelot and guinevere
You’re not a prize I’m not a souvenir
I do regard and I seek your approbation
I am aware of your sweet adulation

Holy water
On my fingertips
Matrimony
Makes me purse my lips
You are the black wings
Perched on a scarecrow
You are gallant
Playing me like a piano

We’re not lancelot and guinevere
You’re not a prize I’m not a souvenir
I do regard and I seek your approbation
I am aware of your sweet adulation

I get arrogant and nasty
And you’re there to pay the penalty
And you never complain
And you’re seldom to blame
And I think it’s time to thank-you
And I think it’s time to thank-you And I think it’s time to thank-you

We’re not lancelot and guinevere
You’re not a prize I’m not a souvenir
I do regard and I seek your approbation
I am aware of your sweet adulation

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