Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele