Charades pop skill
Water hyacinth.
Name by a poet
Imitation of life.
Like a coy in a frozen pond.
Like a goldfish in a bowl.
I don't want to hear you cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That cinnamon, that's Hollywood.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see you try.
You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since bread came sliced.
You've got it all
You've got it sized.
Like a Friday fashion show
Teenager cruising in the corner
Trying to look like you don't try.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That cinnamon, that's Hollywood.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see you try.
No-one can see you cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That freezing rain, that's what you could.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see you cry.
This sugar cane, this lemonade
This hurricane, I'm not afraid.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see me cry.
This lightning storm, this tidal wave
This avalanche, I'm not afraid.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see me cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That's who you are, that's what you could.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see you cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That's who you are, that's what you could.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see you cry.
