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You must excuse my rudeness
If I say you’re perfect in your crudeness,
My one and only sweet sweet oil.

They say that blood is thicker
But oil is so much quicker,
At least if you want to bring the world to a boil.

Yes, I know what all the people say
You really shouldn’t buy her, don’t you even try her.
Yes, I know what all the people say
You really can’t believe her, she’s an inky black deceiver.
But they don’t know you like I do.
No, they don’t know you like I do.

Way back when you were standard
Mr. Rockefeller pandered.
But you never put your trust in just one man.

Now all your boyfriends are global,
Shell, BP, and Exxon Mobil.
And a sleazy new guy with a mustache named -Stan.

Yes, I know what all the people say.
If you chase her to Karbala, they’ll just make you worship Allah.
Yes, I know what all the people say.
Gotta watch who you rely on or we’ll end up like the Mayans.
But they don’t know you like I do.
No they don’t know you like I do.

There are things we’re all ashamed of
Things I don’t even know the name of
And alliances I’ll never understand.

So cheat on and deceive me
But please don’t ever leave me
Cause I never made a backup plan.

Yes, I know what all the people say.
She’s shifty and bipolar, have you ever looked at solar?
Yes, I know what all the people say.
Our reserves are nearly finished, our supply of dinosaurs unreplenished.
But they don’t know you like I do.
No, they don’t know you like I do.

 

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