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.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 10:58 PM UTC
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.
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