Charades, pop skill
Water hyacinth, named by a poet
I’mitation of life.
Like a koi in a frozen pond.
Like a goldfish in a bowl.
I don’t want to hear you cry.
Thats sugarcane that tasted good.
Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.
C’mon, c’mon no one can see you try.
You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since bread came sliced.
You’ve got it all, you’ve got it sized.
Like a Friday fashion show teenager
Freezing in the corner
Trying to look like you don’t try.
Thats sugarcane that tasted good.
Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.
C’mon, c’mon no one can see you try.
No one can see you cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That freezing rain, that’s what you could.
C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry.
This sugarcane
This lemonade
This hurricane, I’m not afraid.
C’mon, c’mon no one can see you cry.
This lightning storm
This tidal wave
This avalanche, I’m not afraid.
C’mon, c’mon no one can see me cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That’s who you are, that’s what you could.
C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That’s who you are, that’s what you could.
C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry.