They like me flirty, they like me soft
Love when I quote the greats
Tell me that they like my "art"
Our following must be fate
So keep it happy, keep it light
My hand upon your star
If I massage your....ego
Our friendship will go far
But sometimes I might say too much
And spout a bit of truth
Then they don't like me anymore
They need no further proof
So, be careful what you say this day
For tweeps you may offend
There'll be no more stars for you
Your hatred will be a #trend!
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