Untitled piece for Supermarket

Not sure what this will be called yet. Hopefully not 'Monetize Me, Baby'. The chorus is yet to be finalized at the chords didn't lend themselves to working out lyrics on a train with singing.
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I've got a clunking limp, I'm going to monetize it
I've got a crooked grin, I'm going to monetize it
I've got a wandering eye, I'm going to monetize it
I've got a wicked lie, I'm going to monetize it

It's a sacrilegious sentiment balanced on your back
It's a chiffon struggle with your heart on tap
You're a keen little whistler with dismay in your lap
Oh monetize me baby oh yeah just like that

I've got to think you through, and the others
Why don't you tell me? Tell me to my face
I've got to think you through and through
Why don't you tell me about the boy and the buzzsaw

Domain authority, I'm going to monetize it
Domain authority, I'm going to monetize it
Domain authority, I'm going to monetize it
Domain authority, I'm going to monetize it

It's a sacrilegious sentiment spilling out the crack
It's a chiffon struggle that's integral to your act
You're a keen little whistler carrying a strap
Oh monetize me baby oh yeah just like that

Kerfuffle

This is for RDDC. And is possibly a working title.

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There’s a north wind blowing in the eaves again
There’s a crossfire strafing down the hall again
There’s a loud crowd banging on the doors again
And I’m reaching for more ibuprofen
Towers are swaying in the storm again
Company of wolves leaves the cinema again
A drop of blood and tea-rings stain the page again
This hurly burly is not done

And again, time and time again
You put your nose out of doors
And again, time and time again
It never, it never goes

Oh the spiders want to scuttle home
I’m a spider, please take me home
Please take me home

Hippopotami count the calories again
Carrion crow orders takeaway again
Alligator chat shit and get banged again
And I’m shouting like a librarian
We’re jumping out our second skins again
We are lining our stomachs up with cash again
Sucking up the shooters, shots, and bombs again
Us leopards take out another mortgage

And again, time and time again
We nearly come to blows
And again, time and time again
We never, we never go

Oh the spiders want to scuttle home
I’m a spider, please take me home
Please take me home

Tangled up in our webs
Barely connected by fingertips
For all our eyes we are blind to our binding