Tell me what you like, I'll print it all
You need laughs, 'cause you don't need misery
Just tell me what you need, I'll tell it all
Screw the facts, I can give you fantasy
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My magazine, I'm talking about my magazine...
Just tell me what you want, I print it all
You need help, it's a sick society
Just tell me what you need, I sell it all
Who needs friends, I'm collecting enemies