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You’re Looking Rather Smug
Brush it under the rug
No need to tell the neighbors
Hush now while I yell at you
And ask you to do favors
I crave your compliments
They build me up in esteem
For I am your Lord Master
And you willingly do my bidding
Let me pull the strings, babe
Trust me, I’m an expert
Deceit is my middle name
So I’ll never get arrested
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