Yesterday I was nobody
No job, no woman, no bank account
People wouldn’t even look at me
When I walked by
Now I catch them glancing my way
Checking out my fresh style
Because now I have juice
You know the kind that
Glows in the dark
He is I and I am him
That man with the polka dot tail
And skin made of ice cream,
Mint chocolate chip, what else?
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