be polite
say please and thank you
well I thought about that motto
and I don't agree
sure I'll say thanks
married to a smile
but being nice takes generosity
I've shitty sandals marked with peace
a tee and a tank with weathered jeans
my feet trail the dirt in from the street
my hairs short and blond
what's me is free
I wear little makeup
with my fingers held in rings
they tap the ash that form the smoke
as I lay in a field
of flying frisbees
yeah I'm chill
and don't give a damn
don't know where I'm going
can't define the word 'plan'
but there wont be a bra
that's holding me
I'd rather it be his hands
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