Summer in December; snow in August
The smell of fresh rain in summer.

Delusions mess with your head
And I didn't even do anything.

With my expertise on drugs
I put my babies to sleep with lullabies.

Girls still straighten the curly hair
Girls still curl the straight hair
Girls still wish they were someone else.

As if they are better off as someone else
As if her shoes are easier to walk in
As if my skin is not as tight as yours.

It's crueler than a lonely summer
Strange li'l things rule
Promise me fresh air
Before you drown me in...