On Self-Improvement: Chorus, Tuesday the 11th
Straighten up, loosen
up, brighten up, smile.
No one loves a girl who:
wears glasses, resists passes, tells the truth all the time. What you read so many books for? Eats too much, not enough, at the wrong times, impatient for everything to start, be over, get on with it. Speaks her mind, as if she has one,
as if she means it. Don’t tell me about those Danish girls, I’m saying shave why don’t you, would it hurt you to take a razor to those legs, that upper lip? Now look happy, let your eyes say you’re a mystery. Lose a few, gain a little, hems are up,
legs are in. Can’t you read a magazine? Honey, here’s a push-up bra and it’s for your own good. Don’t look at me like that, I’m telling you how the world thinks. Here’s a quarter: hold it between your knees, if you drop it I expect a call.