Without my glasses
The picture's blurred
This view...
This view of the world
It looks a little better
Look at your reflection in the
Technicolor screen
Yes, your hair is perfect
And your eyes reflect the gleam
And with a million different
Colored jeans to choose from
To pick a style, a color
And then to pick another
Your big brown eyes
Have got to be able to see
Talk to yourself
In the corridors
Thinking about, wishing, hoping for
For all the things that were and
And all the things that scream
Your name
Your name!
You hold your back up straight
And you're walking with a swagger
Your eyes, they look suspicious
You breathe fast and you're staggered
Nobody could guess
You're the official Bi-lo bagger
Appearances
Make a difference in our society
No longer
Is it honesty, philosophy, or piety
Some things don't happen
Like a floaty, gentle breeze
Most things have to be pushed right
Not a process full of ease...
So please...
Please help me
You know I need the help
It's the last thing
That I would ask
Anybody
So please...
Please help me
Submitted: December 28, 2006
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