The summer is here
It's plain to see
We shed our clothes
And get out our feet
And all because
We want a great tan
The pain we go through
Are we all mad?
The lotions and potions
The oil and the cream
We use to prevent sunburn
Damaging our skin
The kids they use sun block
But the adults refuse
It's a cruel price to pay
For long term abuse
Somehow we think
A tan makes us thinner
Five minutes more
I think I'll skip dinner
As the hot sun shines down
On our tender faces
It's all about beauty
And the impression we make
We contrast and compare
To see who is brownest
Like meat on a spit
Or hotdogs on a barby
Then reality kicks in
We are sore and in pain
Our nice tender skin
Looks raw and inflamed
Let's fake it not bake it
And avoid all this fuss
We're not meant to be brown
We're just mean to be us
(Note from Marie: Edited only to correct the apostrophes turning into coding)Edited by msmarieh on 02/06/09 03:14 PM.
