The Change

-The Change- There's talk on the street Somethings happened to me I don't look the same As I used to be I've got the same name I've got the same face But something about me Has definitely changed They try to figure it out There's something about On the tip of their tongue There is no doubt As they scratch their heads Wondering just what it is Either something has come Or something has left As they wonder what's up It's starting to bug They can't take anymore They've had enough I just sit here and smile As they try and figure it out It's as plain as the day Let them squirm for awhile Cause what it is that I've changed Are my eyebrows I shaved I now change my expression With mascara paint I can now look surprised As my eyebrows I rise 3 to 4 inches Above my eyes Or I can bring them down Into a uni-brow Make me look angry Give me a scowl I lower the other While lifting it's brother Which raises a question One way or another There's so much you can do When your eyebrows you lose If your afraid to participate Start off with one and not two But I must warn you That if you do There's only one expression you'll have And that is one of confused So as they keep on guessing With insistent insisting I keep doing my best To change my expression