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Skinny little brats 
Walking down Avenue A 
Dangling their cigarettes 
Their Independence Day 
Tears like filigrees 
Wear them on their sleeves 
Nobody's main squeeze 
It's thirty-five degrees 

Poetry of ordinary life is what I live for 
They just wanna be seen 
They just wanna be heard...said 

My words are like Confetti 
And you never pick them up 
They fall to the ground 
I need someone to lift me up 

So diaphanous so ephemeral 
And all those bad words 
They never learned in school 
Groovy like my mamma was 
In her black turtle neck 
She was so high strung 
She was so low tech 

Poetry and tattooed dreams 
And fourteen caret nose rings 
The children of elite 
Are trying to be street saying 

My words are like confetti 
And you never pick them up 
They fall to the ground 
I need someone to lift me up 

Repeat chorus

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