Poor Cliche'

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Poor cliche
You're one in a million
You always get the shaft
You better believe it

You've no soulmate
Yes it's true
Roses are red, but no violets for you

Your absence makes one fonder
We prefer you down yonder
Please scratch your head and ponder

and,

When you wish upon a star
When you wonder who you are
If you tell of tales true
Well then shame shame shame

If you put the petal to the metal,
or, on ice,

Just put a lid on it

Oh the ode
Oh the heart
You were doomed from the start