i woke up with a leak in my head (let it drain, let it drain) she glitters and you are plain, they say i was never allowed to play with other girls on the lane because my hair curled and bounced naturally. (will you ever get that tamed?) she can't hear the ticking clock because her mind has become hard as a rock and that’s where it’s at, rocks don't absorb any of this or that no risk of getting fat. (unlike my ugly nose and yours, and yours, and yours.) so, i decided to cut that nose, strike a pose, smile carefully and keep everything simple. expose my bleached teeth, never laugh and show my left cheek dimple. the director and cameraman placed behind me a fan. and my hair blew to the left and right left and right, left and right. And, oh, how silky and straight! they exclaim (what a pleasant sight) my actions are now reduced to 1,2,3. 1,2,3. monotonous regularity but it's alright because they said i'll live infinitely if i get sold and just do what i'm told.