We might not have a soul
We do have our imagination
However, society our control
Reality the confrontation
Is it okay to jump around
Can we just have plain fun
Pretend a stain is a wound
And run run dodge the sun
Just lies, tales, when they say
Bribe with make-up or with pearls
Another brainwash every day
"Time to grow up, little girls"
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