The cut-rate mind walking through the dirty streets
of Paris in the hot August heat.
Sun melting the fake smile away --
just looking for a place to stay.

The actress gave up all her old dreams
and traded up - now she is a queen.
Royal families don't have time for that shit;
your crystal ball - you keep it hid.

The tractor-trailer driver radios:
"Help me someone, I'm out here all alone."
Truck driving the black night away;
praying for the light of day.

The kid in the mall works at hot-dog-on-a-stick.
His hat a funny shape, his heart is a brick.
Taking your order he will look away;
He doesn't have a thing to say.

But me, I'm feeling pretty good as of now.
Not so sure when I got here or how.
Sun melting the fake smile away;
I think you know I'll be ok.

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