Son, let your mouth strangle silence -
The silence that breeds pushovers
For profitless is the burden of a caged tongue
When spikes in thy bottom doth lodge.
Son, let not the bubbling discourses,
Of the raucous raconteurs
In cold blood, butcher your hardihood
For rhetoric is just but the flailing of the tongue.
And, Remember, O son, the ways of the wise;
That gold lies snug in potted jaws,
And a little chatter cocktailed in a little hush,
Make amity in the depths of humanity.
Cute long legs with strappy lacy shoes
Glamor wears and classy hairdos
Eloquent speech with flawless quotes
Elegant grace and so much banknotes
All they see is a damsel in pearls
All She wants to be is that ordinary girl
Miss perfection with expensive condos
Always found in exclusive talk shows
Every other girl wants her autograph
Signed on her most current photograph
All they see is a damsel in pearls
All she wants to be is that ordinary girl
She sneaks to an Italian bistro
Just to catch a hand of hot dog
Working with so much hardihood
Just to please the neighborhood
All they see is a damsel in pearls
All she wants to be is that ordinary girl
Wishing she could trade all this fame
To be with her girls even if it’s in shame
The world would never discern
How much her heart so burns
So she has to stop living In pearls
Just to become that ordinary girl
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