(2014)
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
