It looks like summer
And feels like rain
I need to drink more water, because I'm a bit vain
I tend to adorn a scowl, but inside I melt like butter
Shine on me rain cloud
And let the wind flip my skirt
I eat breakfast for dessert
And I wish my chubby thighs would thwart
Come visit me
In my shrine of Buddha heads and Phoenician dyes
Don't be intimidated by my guise
Come look, come and see
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