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When you treat me like a novelty, when you treat me like a clown I'm icing with no cake, if only I could bake 'Cos with a little bit of artistry, mesmerizing and profound Well then they'd make a fuss when I'm hit by a bus And the bus that has my name on it is lurking around the bend And reach its destination in the end But to fret about future past regrets you need milk that won't spill So it won't catch me standing still When you treat me like a novelty, when you treat me like a clown At least I make you smile, and that must be worthwhile Way too late to be a prodigy, internationally renowned The key to every door, I'd make my mark for sure, on the... Quarter of an hour poorly spent Debating what Andy Warhol meant Knowing life can discard us Regardless of our good intent When you treat me like a novelty, when you treat me like a clown Poor Sir Arthur knew it's all they'd ever do So when I warrant only sympathy, when I fail to astound Your well meaning phrase damns me with faint praise Aus Songtexte Mania