Charades pop skill, water hyacinthNamed by a poet, imitation of lifeLike a coy in a frozen pond, like a goldfish in a bowlI don't want to hear you cry
That sugarcane that tasted goodThat cinnamon, that's HollywoodCome on, come onNo one can see you try
You want the greatest thing, the greatest thing since bread came slicedYou've got it all, you've got it sizedLike a Friday fashion show teenager cruising in the cornerTrying to look like you don't try
That sugarcane that tasted goodThat cinnamon, that's HollywoodCome on, come onNo one can see you try
No one can see you cry
That sugarcane that tasted goodThat freezing rain, that's what you couldCome on, come onNo one can see you cry
This sugarcane, this lemonadeThis hurricane, I'm not afraidCome on, come onNo one can see me cry
This lightning storm, this tidal waveThis avalanche, I'm not afraidCome on, come onNo one can see me cry
That sugarcane that tasted goodThat's who you are, that's what you couldCome on, come onNo one can see you cry
That sugarcane that tasted goodThat's who you are, that's what you couldCome on, come onNo one can see you cry
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