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Cliches (or Self-Esteem)
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Black There's no doubt about it,
the boys think I'm pretty,
icing on the cake.
And when you get down
to the nitty-gritty
they want fries with my shake.
But I'm on the make
for that "tall, dark, and handsome,"
and they're in short supply
but since I'm an optimist,
nothing fail's but a try.
So I'll try, with all my might
to get a grip on Mr. Right.
If he crosses my path
like a black cat.
And then, my bad luck will be true love,
so I'll have the last laugh.
But as it stands, you do the math,
I ain't got no man.
Only me, myself and I and
I cannot tell a lie,
that one is the loneliest number
that you'll ever do.
But I'll look on the bright side,
because God looks down on me too.
And since miracles do happen,
I'll keep my toes tappin'
and my nose to the grind
and bear in mind
that a stitch in time saves nine.
