I'd look into your eyes but that's a clicheI'd offer you the world but that's no funWe could walk along the beach leaving our footprints in the sandIf only you'd stop saying that's been doneIf only you'd stop saying that's been doneJust for once I'd like to write a little clicheOr perhaps I'd steal a poem who's to knowI'd compose a worthy lyric and perform the perfect songBut somehow all my influences showBut somehow all my influences showCHORUS:I've got so much to say and all of it's clicheSo please don't say you've heard this one beforeI'd like so much to speak but my words are not uniqueSo kiss goodbye creative metaphorWell I awoke alone at four in the morningFeeling like a stranger in a stranger landBaby babe love honey sugar girl now momma don't you cryWe can make it if you'll only take my handWe can make it if you'll only take my handCHORUSI know this topic's far less than originalBut won't you please give me the benefit of the doubtFor if it's true that there is nothing that has not been said beforeThen you already know what this song's all aboutYou already know what this song's all aboutCHORUSI think it's time I wrote a song about my girlfriendWhere I can tell her that I love her and pretend to mean itOr I can talk about my vision of the world's endThough I know you won't believe me I swear I seen itOr I can say your eyes are blue as the oceanEven though they're kind of brownish-green or hazelOr I can offer you my infinite devotionParsley sage rosemary thyme basilIt's just another clicheI'll try to make you think I have a big vocabularyBy using words I find in Roget's New World ThesaurusI'll go to B. Dalton's and buy a rhyming dictionaryAnd find neat words to use like crochet and brontosaurusI'll write great songs with words like potentate and oligarchyAnd show the world my social conscience I really care nowMy songs will top the charts my name will top the marqueeTo the oppressed I'll be an idol so don't despair nowIt's just another clicheI'll write a song about my love for all God's childrenReach out and touch somebody's hand but please don't touch meThese are the best days of our lives it won't get betterIf that's the truth then that's depressing I don't feel like rhymingI'll write the songs I'll write the albums I'll write a remixI'll write and write until there's nothing that's left to write aboutAnd I'll use adverbs I'll even use a prefixI won't stop writing until my ideas run out

 

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