I have to wince when I think about how you all loved poor Mick for my little song about my sad little life. He didn't need money. He didn't need women. He didn't need fame. And he certainly had enough songs. He just needed you to love him some more. So he took my sad little song about my sad little life. And he let you think it was his. And then you all loved him some more. It must feel good to be loved for my work.
Say whatever you like about this man. I'm a little too selfless sometimes. I don't want to hurt the fans when one of these loved superstars hurts me. But these fans can be quite merciless to me if I show any mercy at all to their idols. The Rolling Stones are a billion dollar band. They can certainly afford to write a cheque to stop me from sharing my knowledge. But they, like Jay and Tina, are so arrogant that they think you'll support them for stealing my song because they're such important superstars and I'm just little Dave Skerkowski from Renfrew. And did they only offend me when they stole my song? Didn't they lie to you with it?
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