"The Satirist's Love Song" lyrics

Our love is a great work of satire
A subtle critique
Postmodern, a mocking masterpiece
Right up there with the Greeks

I've been satirizing ever since
The first day we met
Our love is a great work of satire
That you just didn't get

Every time we kissed
It was right up there with Swift
Red roses and champagne
It was right up there with Twain

Our love is my personal soapbox now
A sarcastic affair
Exploding with irony and burlesque
Right up there with Voltaire

I meant not a single tender word
That I ever said
Our love is a great work of satire
That flew over your head
(Flew over your head)