Godard The Director

You're ballistic with persona like petrol
It's my chronicle take
Be Vietnam to my pseudo-intellectual
I'm America's fake

Life a gas! Go slap Donda
A haiku in belief spelled prosper
Cunning vixen, your opera
Girl, I love your play!
Famous as a thief in costume
Wild strawberries, Godard in a monsoon
Should all close shallow focus on you
Girl, I shot your face

Good lord, break your bones
Even Stevens in the sitting room
Got my day consumed
But I dropped it all
Just to see you move in ballet shoes
Hey, you went to drama school
Your bitchy mates were rude
That's what bitchy mates do

I just hope that you get famous
So this pain is tax-deductible
Let me go paint the portrait
And for your ego to be the stunt double

Life a gas! Go slap Donda
A haiku in belief spelled prosper
Cunning vixen, your opera
Girl, I love your play!
Famous as a thief in costume
Wild strawberries, Godard in a monsoon
Should all close shallow focus on you
Girl, I shot your face