Don't look at that crimson dress,
'cause you'll always change it,
Don't frown at the mirror,
He's just being the only honest friend.
How many friends tell you you for you?
sister, the best you is you!
Take that pen and write your name,
Don't tell me you don't know how!
Climb those stairs every day,
I hear talks of those miserable pounds.
The Hindland brother delights in
bumps and curves...out of caves,
sister, the best you they want is you!
Read that book and laugh silly and loud,
Because the world loves you...
He lies when he says no...he dreams
sweetly when he earns your glance,
Again, read that book and say...
I'm not a queen but I'm the Hindland
face and mind: dark-faced, smooth-bodied...
what...silly them, 'cause
your best you is you.
Don't dream for gleams and glances,
For all you lack is a platform,
Don't drink too much, 'cause they
need the word of the Hindland tongue,
Don't run after every drum, 'cause
they'll always miss your mysterious input,
Damn them...silly them will always think:
The queen...no...the Hindland face
will come, because, her best her is
Don't display your you, sister,
'cause your you comes every never...
You'd breathed peace and calm when
the rest knew your socratic 'unmatchness',
why did they go prostrate before you...
Because the Hindland face had a platform.
Don't hate them, sister, they knew not
their hearts...I mean the hearts with mammoth
Again, don't display your you, display your
soft white/grey matter inside your white hard matter,
don't be seen sister, be a word in our every
mouth, 'cause your best you is you!
No, needn't I forget...Who'll read to me
if you hate books, who'll explain the lies
in the book if you hate books, who'll advise
your female seeds to keep their chins up?
Sister, I miss... I see Hindland face
but not the Hindland mind!