Red faced straight jacket and a chorus
Of excuses for an overdressed mess.
Seeing and speaking seem so desperately separate
And when tall and slender, stretched out,
Feels the footsteps in the sand,
A universe of doubt has it's eyes on you.
Sweat it out and inside skin that's
Swelling from the bee sting thoughts
About why the elephant is moving towards
The antelope and who the hell would
Give him hope of anything more than a smile.
Spitting up words and admiring curves
Is all that evolution allowed,
So take off your shirt and make your mother proud.
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