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«Mocking Serenade», версия #2

Стиль песни: Джаз

Запрос: Your thought, dreaming on a softened brain, like a fat lackey on a greasy couch, I will tease on a bloody rag of a heart: I mock to my fill, impudent and caustic. I

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Куплет

Your thought, it wanders on a cushioned crest,
Like a lackey lying down, taking a rest,
I'll tease it with a crimson, bleeding vein,
Oh, how impudent, caustic is my refrain.

Куплет 2

You dream in a world so soft and polite,
But I twist the knife in morning light,
My words, they cut sharper than a knife,
Mocking and twisting, oh, the spice of life.

Припев

I mock to my fill, with sly, wicked glee,
A laughing imposter, that's who I'll be,
With a wink and a nod, I declare my jest,
In a world of emotions, I am the guest.

Куплет 3

Your hopes, they float on a cloud so high,
While I poke fun, make them sigh,
For in this dance of witty charms,
I hold the world in my mocking arms.

Куплет 4

Your heart, a rag, worn and frayed apart,
While I play it like a fine-tuned harp,
My melodies, both sly and so sweet,
They mock the rhythm in a rhythmic beat.

Связка

In this grand parade of wit and jest,
I swirl around, never coming to rest,
With impudence and flair, I carve my art,
A caustic serenade, straight to the heart.

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