Clarice, your lyrics are not the fancy kind
There's no second person of singular, no object pronoun
What a shame!
Who are you trying to impress, Clarice?
Not making people reflect, Clarice
Not making it hard for your listeners to try to find out the meaning behind your lyrics
You take me for a fool
Where is it written in my forehead
that some cheesy poorly-written composition is enough?
You don't even talk about chimaera
You don't even know what a "chimaera" is
It's a mithological figure, I've seen it on wikipedia
Clarice, always with those three same chords
See, there's no danger in using a B flat here and there
You don't have to spare your fingers
Is it fear of losing them, Clarice?
Aren't them supposed to be used, Clarice?
Imagine how wonderful would it be, how great
If you used a seventh chord right now
This cheap song
is not even worth for a serenade
There's no metaphor in it
Besides, it's kinda boring
Bring some innovation
To this sonority of yours
And maybe you'll get to keep some of your dignity