You know me
You think you know me
But what do you really know?
You know me
You think you know me
But what do you really know?
Sorry to interrupt
Sorry to intrude
I let you paint me
Primitive and crude
What are you watching?
What are you seeing?
What will you say?
What will I do?
Walk Away
Now that you know how
The other half lives
What will you do?
The other half
Of you
You know me
You think you know me
But what do you really know?
You know me
You think you know me
But what do you really know?
Don’t you know to
Put the mask on
And save yourself
Before attempting
To save somebody else?
You know me
You think you know me
But what do you really know?
You know me
You think you know me
But what do you really know?
I won’t be Lulu
I won’t be Lulu
I won’t be Lulu for you
I won’t be Lulu
I won’t be Lulu
I won’t be Lulu for you
You know me
You think you know me
I was part of a movement of "dinosaur moms" when I lived in Maryland (Astrodon Johnstoni is the Maryland state dinosaur.) Which is nothing more than this -- dinosaur moms delight in the half-feral nature of the beasties they parent, even as they whisper Shakespeare and Kierkegaard in their ears at night.
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I better get some of the royalties off that.
Off the Zelda Fitzgerald one for sure. Oh, you're totally going in the liner notes.
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