Popinjay

What's evolution say
Well revolution's paid
And funds are on the take, masquerade

This popinjay's all say
Champagne and acting fake
Can't seem to phase the Messinese

A simple urchin with nowhere to go

For all intents and purposes
I meant to say what's gone and went
And hence you end up making sense
But not too much or else you're spent

What is picturesque
A scene of bright Burlesque
What would peak your interest now

Veneer of golden flesh
I seem to feel distressed
Unless it's all a test, I'm restless

A simple urchin with nowhere to go

Don't mean no harm or twisted arm
The funny farm comes beckoning
This olive skin is fair again
And fighting's fair unless you win
These pheromones alone can't sin
So let's not waste another min
The fix is in, we're fixed to win
Let's fly away while we still can

Baudelaire's no fair
No share and not one care
Adorning can't compare, so beware

Do you feel the same
Drained but can't complain
Do you feel the same like I do

A simple urchin with nowhere to go
A simple urchin with nowhere



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Kahl
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