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oh my dear, you runneth over
with your cup of convoluted wares
the aftermath is sinking lower
the perfect pales beyond compare

your garden’s rushing to my head now
your guise will leave no stone unturned
I’m paralyzed by your concoction
your sleight of hand keeps all my fingers burned

I’ve searched the holy books and I’ve dog-eared every page
I’ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer’s own sage
although a connoisseur of fine legerdemain
I’ve just one word for you

extraordinary

you’re open to interpretation
like the trap door underneath your tousled throne
and I’m engaged and I’m enraged and I’m enchanted
with this little bit of magic I’ve been shown

I’ve searched the holy books and I’ve dog-eared every page
I’ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer’s own sage
although a connoisseur of fine legerdemain
I’ve just one word for you

extraordinary

I’ve searched the holy books and I’ve dog-eared every page
I’ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer’s own sage
I’m rendered speechless in my pretty little rage
but I’ll save one word for you

extraordinary

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