Letras
It's them I'd like to meet
They're funny, but they're sweet
They're probably everywhere
I know they're out there
I'll find the perfect host
Not too grandiose
To ferret out them all
I'll make some calls
We'll modernize the mind
Cruel back into kind
The putdowns so inspired
Are getting tired
Sarcasm is the weak at work
Snarky shouldn't even be a word
Wonder how we got to feel this low
They're good enough to eat
Not too bitter, not too sweet
Perfect angels, no
But gentle souls
Come live on my street
We love love, we love the sweet
Fifty million strong
We can't be wrong