I am the guy who cut the turkey.
Into thin slices so that everyone could eat up,
And be full and thankful
On Thanksgiving.
I am the guy who studies genres of music
So that the next conversation
I'll be able to chip in with my two cents
That Sergio Mendes was ahead of his time
You know that guy who retreats to a back room
To kiss a girl? And not flinch
While others walk in to claim their coats?
Yeah, I am that guy
This guy here, the crocodile
With a big mouth, and legs that don't go too far
And a head barely above the water
The pretentious thinker of the puddle
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