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Hey, Mister Woman You’re an oxymoron Pointedly, foolishly Acting what you’re not Sophomoronic hypocrisy Unwise unreality Living in your doublespeak Flaunting what you haven’t got |
oxys = pointed, keen, sharp moros = foolish sophos = wisdom moros = foolish |
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You tell me there’s no absolutes But is that absolutely true? This trans-action does not compute Does it makes sense to you? Erotic, exotic That love is idiotic And damaging to say the least There’s no point without agape And all life becomes sloppy A full table but an empty feast |
eros = physical, sexual love agape = unconditional love |
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I’m a philosopher Because wisdom’s what I love And my theology Is the Word of God above. |
philos = love of/attraction to sophos = wisdom theos = God logos = written word |