conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Flick of the Wrist with the following description: ‘'Flick of the Wrist’‘ is the 4th track on Queen’s 3rd studio album “Sheer Heart Attack”. It is the second song of a three song medley, enclosed by “Tenement Funster” and “Lily of the Valley”.
  This song is a stab at a former manager or someone that Freddie feels he and the band have been wronged by. This songs lyrics are quite hilarious when you consider that they had entered a predatory contract with then-current manager Norman Sheffield, who was the receiver of the hate-letter in “Death on Two Legs”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Segue: Guitar Solo and Piano Intro]
  [Verse 1]
  "Dislocate your spine
  If you don't sign" he says
  "I'll have you seeing double"
  Mesmerize you when he's tongue-tied
  Simply with those eyes
  Synchronize your minds and see
  The beast within him rise
  [Pre-Chorus]
  (Don't look back)
  (Don't look back)
  It's a rip-off
  [Chorus]
  (Flick of the wrist) and you're dead, baby
  (Blow him a kiss) and you're mad
  (Flick of the wrist) he'll eat your heart out
  (A dig in the ribs) and then a kick in the head
  He's taken an arm and taken a leg
  (All this time, honey)
  Baby, you've been had
  [Verse 2]
  "Intoxicate your brain
  With what I'm saying
  If not you'll lie in knee-deep trouble
  "Prostitute yourself" he says
  "Castrate your human pride
  Sacrifice your leisure days
  Let me squeeze you 'till you've dried" [Pre-Chorus]
  (Don't look back)
  (Don't look back)
  It's a rip-off
  [Guitar Solo]
  [Verse 3]
  Work my fingers to my bones
  I scream with pain
  I still make no impression
  Seduce you with his money-make machine
  Cross-collateralize (big-time money, money)
  Reduce you to a Muzak-fake machine
  Then the last goodbye
  (It's a rip-off)
  [Chorus]
  (Flick of the wrist) and you're dead, baby
  (Blow him a kiss) and you're mad
  (Flick of the wrist) he'll eat your heart out
  (A dig in the ribs) and then a kick in the head
  He's taken an arm and taken a leg
  (All this time, honey)
  Baby, you've been had