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You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside'cause you're Daddy's little superstarAnd you're Mama's little butterflyFly highA strange strange litany of verses and reversesAdlibs and rehearsesClouds burst and words cursedAn argument breaks outIt's one we've all heard before, it's boringHad us all snoring from the first lineOne after another chimed in perfect timeTired rehashes of petty cashes and mismatchesYou shoulda coulda'sAnd "why didn't 'tcha dida's"Crippling snippets aimed at the heartTo inflame and impart blameFramed like MumiaVerbal diarrheaCreating chasms between the souls of twoOr two billionNations torn apartStation to station damnationWith much deliberation and very little considerationTo the return on the damage from the altercationCollateral condemnationSongtexteThen denyin' like colorization of an old black and whiteCreate a revision of the recent last nightThe fight that started with two words, "I'm right"[Chorus]You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside'cause you're Daddy's little superstarAnd you're Mama's little butterflyFly highBut of course the fight ends with no resolutionMerely a vow for retribution, substitution, execution, electrocutionRuthless, toothless and truthlessMumbling through page after page of excusesAbuses of the gift of the gabGabriel the trumpeterBestowed upon us a voice with a choiceAnd a tongue kept moist by years of salivatingFor oysters, pearls and aphrodisiacsLocked in an ugly shell always too chewy and gooeySo they get swallowed wholeBut a tongue is so much more than a vehicle for greedA tongue is for washing furOr for licking woundsOr for welcoming newcomers into a roomOr cleansing those fresh from the wombWithout a tongue there would be no croonsSwoons, Junes under the moonNo bees pollinating no flowers in bloomNo recitation of words at the foot of a tombOr wills read aloud of the family heirloomsYou probably couldn't even blow up a balloonAnd that would be a shameBecause to exhales the name of the gameExhale from the heartNot from the lungsExhale from the heartNot from the tongue[Chorus]Listening is understandingAnd finding compassionLove is the action of soul satisfactionA tongue can make wishes and also fine kissesTaste a sweet cake and also cast dissesBut nothing compares to the voice from withinWithout it we might just be mannequinsUp to no darn good shenanigansLearn to be skilful movers of the stonesThat block the heart and turn humans to clonesLearn to forgive, set free the bonesTouch with your flesh, take off the rubber glovesLove like your life depends on itBecause it does[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania