To the man of the hour. Here's your standing ovation

Shades on
I decided with the eyes
to keep the world from knowing what's inside

And your words they had no meaning.
How didn't I forsee this?
Happiness and congrats
Know that
I pretend I mean it

So cheers, toast, bravo to you.
Cuz you're the man of the hour
I'ma have to send you some flowers

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