If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.
keepin it real
So, I kind of want you to make a huge deal of me . . . but when you do, I sort of respect you less. Because I know I can be a little snot, yet you keep treating me like I’m the elegant diamond of the whole world. And even a five-year-old knows it’s not true!