Cheerleaders
They’re young, they’re beautiful, what’s up!
Cheerleaders make many teenagers dream,
We drink beer, it relaxes us, take time,
It feels good to dream, but not like that.
They’re beautiful; they’re young, what’s up!
They don’t change our worries, our great fears,
We swallow spaghetti like the Italians,
They’re beautiful, but they won’t change love.
They’re beautiful, they’re young, what’s up!
That they dress to please old cats,
Let them dance and smile, great do them,
They will not change the world, nor poetry.
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