Mezel ton village

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sipping espresso with a pinky raised high, Quoting Baudelaire as the subway rolls by. Your scarf’s thrift-store cashmere, but you’ll call it “vintage,” Dropping names like Picasso to sound avant-garde. [Chorus] Oh, you’re a masterpiece of half-truths and lies, A walking gallery of borrowed disguise. Jangle chords ring while you posture and pose, Champagne dreams in a paper-cup prose. [Verse 2] You curate your vinyl to impress the scene, New-wave synths hum where your humility’s been. Your laughter’s a script, rehearsed and refined, A critic of norms you secretly envy in kind. [Bridge] Neon lights trace your shadow on the wall, A silhouette dancing to no b**t at all. You paint your life in strokes no one decodes, A pretension that flickers but never explodes. [Chorus] Oh, you’re a masterpiece of half-truths and lies, A walking gallery of borrowed disguise. Jangle chords ring while you posture and pose, Champagne dreams in a paper-cup prose. [Outro]