I’m a good companion.
What do I like to do with myself?
I like to shine like the sun.
What do I like to do with myself?
I like to shine like the sun.
I’m hanging right in there.
Don’t say I’m past help!
So what do I like to do with myself,
Don’t say I’m past help!
So what do I like to do with myself,
now that my friends are all
gone?
(Anyway, I’m not allowed to see them for a month.)
OK, I’ll post pictures in Pinterest
(Anyway, I’m not allowed to see them for a month.)
OK, I’ll post pictures in Pinterest
of myself lying in a bed of
hyacinths—
you can take a look, but I won’t press
myself on you. Or, I’ll take a watermelon
you can take a look, but I won’t press
myself on you. Or, I’ll take a watermelon
and blow it up with
firecrackers over the river
and post a video on my Facebook story
as it splatters like a mushy sun.
Don’t get close, you’ll
wreck your clothing—and post a video on my Facebook story
as it splatters like a mushy sun.
seedy pulp all over your vest.
Keep your good companion
at least as far away from you as is the sun!
