(Alright, be quiet for me awhile)
[Music starts]
(One, Two, Three, Four)

[Verse 1]
Our love is a work of satire
A subtle, sly critique
A modern, mocking masterpiece
Right up there with the Greeks

[Verse 2]
I've been satirizing
Ever since the day we met
Our love is a work of satire
That you just didn't get

[Bridge]
Every time we kissed
It was right up there with Swift
Red roses and champagne
It was right up there with Twain

[Verse 3]
Our love is my little soapbox
A sarcastic affair
With irony and burlesque
Right up there with Voltaire
[Verse 4]
I never really meant a single
Tender word I said
Our love is a work of satire
That flew over your head