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Natter's always, the dirtiest part
But it's objective, to the courteous heart
Attacks against, the mawkish and smart
Irrelevant, ignore the chagrin
We fought to be released
Atrocity of ferocity
We're taught to be so clean
Philosophy of ferocity
You dragooned me, I was so unaware
My attention, just wasn't there
I'm unobservant, when I feel so beloved
Then it's too late, and the damage is done
We fought to be released
Atrocity of ferocity
We're taught to be so clean
Philosophy of ferocity
You ought to be so pleased
You ought to be, you ought to be
Yes you ought to be so pleased
Immodesty, immodesty