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Oneâs blurred appearance
Exposes the difference
Between intention act and word
All, whatâs meant to be heard
This play or contest
Wonât leave me impressed
Iâve seen the cruddy rest
Underneath the immaculate vest
Itâs all about the seeming
Itâs all about the seeming
Itâs all about the seeming
Itâs not even real
Your beauty may be blinding
Your speech so eloquent
Itâs a perfect way of masking
To dress up flamboyant
This play named conquest
Wonât arouse my interest
I donât mind back-slapping friends
But in need the one holding my hand
Not the temporary consolation
But the adversaryâs adjudication
I donât mind what money can buy
But an upright life, at least I try
I donât mind what you call sex appeal
Cause none of this is real