Thanksgiving dinner; my mother's side;
I'll see the cousins I hold so dear.
However, there's just one thing,
I'll try and make myself clear:
Dear Marissa, bid me none
Of your crocodile tears.
Your brother's gone and told me of
Your nonexistent fears.
Is there anything you can truly cry
About to me this year?
If not, Marissa, please don't cry
Your crocodile tears.