Charades, pop skill
Water hyacinth.
Named 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.