Letra de The Satirist's Love Song

Our love is a great work of satire A subtle critique Postmodern, a mocking masterpiece Right up there with the Greek I've been satirizing ever since The first day we met Our love is a great work of satire That you just didn't get Every time we kissed It was right up there with Swift Red roses and champagne It was right up there with Twain Our love is my personal soapbox now A sarcastic affair Exploding with irony and burlesque Right up there with Voltaire I meant not single tender word That I ever said Our love is a great work of satire That flew over your head Flew over your head