female voice, 50s, 60s, violin, piano, chill, humorous, melancholy, crooning, velvety
3:34
female voice, 50s, 60s, violin, piano, chill, humorous, melancholy, crooning, velvety
3:09
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Prompt:
And I could never, never say to you, To do the very things you hate to do. But it is very, very strange to see, You do the very, very same to me. You are a phony, phony person, A very phony, phony person. So fake, and such a heavy burden, Not the man I thought was Gurdon. You always, always point the blame, Yet somehow I am called the same. You twist the truth so easily, Then act like it's a mystery. You never, never seem to learn, You strike the match, then watch it burn. And when the tables start to turn, You act surprised by what you've earned. You are a phony, phony person, A very phony, phony person. So fake, and such a heavy burden, Not the man I thought was Gurdon. Maybe, maybe I was blind, Maybe I just changed my mind. Maybe I believed too much, In every promise, every touch. Now the picture's crystal clear, You're not the one I thought was here. The mask is falling, year by year, And now the truth is all I hear. You are a phony, phony person, A very phony, phony person. So fake, and such a heavy burden, Not the man I thought was Gurdon. Phony, phony person, A very phony, phony person. That's the lesson I have learned then, You're just a phony, phony person. Phony person. Phony person. Phony, phony person.