Ah baby, you don't wear humility well,
You'd need a heart to pull it off.
You'd have to be more than a shell.
Guess what? I don't do exoskeletons.
I'm a girl; I don't like holes.
And here's my dirty confession,
you were one big empty 'O'.
Keep up your parade of pretty masks,
Each one made from my stray bits.
Do you feel closer by remaking me,
right down to my small tits?
Well Tin Man, you forgot the most important part,
and my yellow brick road is full of lions, tigers, and bears.
Everything you try is over before it starts.
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