We’ve seen too much of each other
You’re there, hanging all limp in the sky
A spoiled mango the tree forgot to drop
You’ve tried changing your looks
Whipping yourself all creamy and smooth one week
Then bunching your curls so they crease your face
Sometimes, you let all your wisps hang loose
And a little sun slips through
You oughta change your attitude
Being nasty never won anyone favor
And you’re already at the bottom of my list
Try throwing your hands up
Collecting sunbeams with your fingertips
And letting ‘em shine on down
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