You
Turn, look, do
Do anything that makes you
Make up the sky,
Breathe the air
Which flows between your hair
Bargain a scene
Makes you mean
Walk away
Lookin’ lean
Put on those ratty jeans
Make it look you needs
But really don’t give a damn
When you are an exam
Plunder through the halls
Of confident, beaten talls
Show 'em you have bigger balls
When that’s really just all
