FUCK! I'M RICHARD MARX

I'm the ego blasted

I'm the window cracked

I'm the morning, welcome

I'm in the mirror, handsome

Tell me what do I see

Who else could I be

Like a turbulent dream

Look, I turned into he

Fuck! I'm Richard Marx!

All my words tossed like salad

Turned into power ballads

All about my emotions

And metaphors for the ocean

Like the sun over rain

Richard has won this game

All I want to do now is sing sappy, soggy ditties

Fuck! I'm Richard Marx

Such a man, such a gift

Songs that make spirits lift

When I'm down and I'm done

I turn on "Angelia", Really feel like somone

I can make a cheddar sandwich

Mozzarella tree sap tidbits

I can wear a leather jacket

But I still use a tennis racket

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