That girl with the burn
Had the prettiest face under the sun
I would never have guessed
That she had such a disfigurement
Permanently on her arm

Her eyes were brilliant
Like dragonflies
Flying about in the sky

Wings of color
Fluttering in those eyes
I tell ya

Who would have known
That even I
Have had some work done

Cosmetically,
I have been altered
By some pretty ingenious doctors

My eyes and my smile
Are a result of new science
That was
Well constructed and performed
By those
Who have earned
The green paper
We like to burn.