Don’t give me sticky toffee
I’m only but a trophy
A time to pass the coffee
To pretend you’re not phony
Don’t give me platitudes
Don’t call it gratitude
Just spin and stir some story
Sugarcoat, stripped, in refined glory
I’m cold as ice, split the price
I’ll take two, oh no, just one
I know you want to see inside
But you won’t see where I’m coming from
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