i'm so gla-a-ad
that you're suffering fools
i'm so alonge, i'm not lost,
waiting till the magma cools
i'm so reli-i-ieved
that the healer's art
was stolen from the gallery
before the fire from the tempter's dart.
one of my goals is constant vigilance
i'll be watching every move
you're playing chess with an eye on excellence
mensa still rejected you
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