Queen's Gambit

A cla*sic phrase, he's trying to find out A gnarly face, whatever there's to doubt I'm not immune, words come out but not in tune for you I'm not immune, you are barking all too soon at me A rolling line for me to turn away And what is fine with being what you say A cla*sic face again, a gnarly phrase pretend Wants me to turn away but I'm not what you say