I am so good
Cracks turn to creases
In white linen pants
At a dinner party in France.
I am so good
Holes turn to hickory smoke
At a barbeque down South
Where the ribs melt in your mouth
I am so good
Cold turns to chuckles
Of a little chocolate boy
Playing with a Matchbox toy
I am so good
Darkness turns to dancing
A spicy tango
At a club everyone knows
But I am not the Divine
It is all in my mind
For I have to find some way
Not to lose my shine
The tears never stop
And the pain never ceases
But I am so good
Cracks turn to creases
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