Born On A Tuesday
I was born on a Tuesday without natural beauty, like most people born on a Tuesday are
(with natural beauty).
But the beauty of my heavenly (shit, faked, mashed, fucked) soul is comparable to
page gloss sticking out of Marie Clare and fanning itself on (in) the tanning booth.
I have to notice.
(your bed is my sand)
I was born on a Tuesday without natural beauty.
And I'm so comfortable I want to cry.