[Verse 1]
I send pictures through the mail
Of buried treasures and humpback whales
To famous people I do not know
I sign, "Sincerely, Matthias Doe"
I await their response
Some send none, some send cops
There was one, a senator
From the island of Corsica
She sent one from a shell
She blew right through it and ordered a spell
I-N-T, H-E-B, E-G-I, N-N-I, N-G-T, H-E-R, E-I-S
Nothingness
But after I, I heard it all
I knew she was a false prophet, as was foretold
She's not the angel that I know
She's not the woman for whom I am born
[Verse 2]
Doberman pinschers guard the doors
Of these celebrities I adore
I give them misinformation
Nine times of ten, it leads to persuasion
Wolves do not howl at the moon
But at the birth of (poodles?)
I walked in like a king
Instead of pictures, I take their things
I walked out to their homes
Arranging their things in the shape of songs
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