Imagine there's no trousers. It's easy if you try:
No fabric below the knee; above 'em, only thigh. Imagine all the kneeple, living free this way...
Imagine there's no hairbrush. It isn't hard to do. Nothing but knots and dead spots, and loads of split ends too. Imagine all the sixteen-year olds, trying to look this way... OOOOH. You may say she's a hot mess. And you're not the only one. I hope someday she'll rejoin us. And the world can breathe as one.
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