She’s different ‘cause she talks about politics,
She’s not one of those cookie cutter chicks.
‘Cause every word that escapes her lips,
Is one-of-a-kind; a witty, rare eclipse.
When the sun shines upon her hair,
It glows so brightly it seems to flare.
Sorry to say, she’s just like everyone…
Like every other girl roasting under the sun
On that very same beach, cookie cutter girls
Who all think they’re unique gifts to the world.
All you have to do is mix sugar and dough,
Then sprinkle some differences and then you’ll know
Being a big girl, an adult, you see,
Is not when you realize you’re bound to be free.
No, growing up is knowing that you’re like everyone else,
‘Cause everyone struggles, succumbs to impulse,
Everyone cares about themselves and nobody else.
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