Dalia Margolis (second verse):
When I look into the mirror, I see the Queen of Hearts;
if "knowledge poker" is the game, then I hold all the cards.
I knew about your crummy coup, and I knew that it was folly;
I can read deluded despots like they're "Where is Fucking Wally?"
The main difference between us, is that all my boasts are true;
you're like, "I've got a massive cock and this is what I'm gonna do".
If we can simply make things up, let's say I rule the universe,
and you can shine my shoes while Hugo Strandberg holds my purse.
You're a dummy, I'm a model; you're a beast and I'm a belle;
I make cash, you make Morocco, look like "Holidays From Hell";
I'd put your army up for auction, but as far as I can tell:
your toy soldiers all fire blanks, and your bullshit wouldn't sell.
"Where's Wally" is the British version of "Where's Waldo", by the way. lol