My Magazine - Roger Hodgson

Tell me what you like, I’ll print it all

You need laughs, 'cause you don’t need misery

Just tell me what you need, I’ll tell it all

Screw the facts, I can give you fantasy

My magazine, I’m talking about my magazine…

Just tell me what you want, I print it all

You need help, it’s a sick society

Just tell me what you need, I sell it all

Who needs friends, I’m collecting enemies

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