Lines

Lines, fabricated to flatter Lines, neatly traced and gathered Like paper thin sewing patterns Pinned and in their places Words, blend them into a batter Words, on a fanciful platter Served by the maddest of hatters While we fake our faces But it doesn't matter now It doesn't matter now It's all just poison in disguise Teacups full of candy-coated Poison in disguise Teacups full of candy-coated lines Shapes, oh society loves their shapes Cookie cutter lives all half baked Manufactured and sent through Quality inspection Two, or maybe three, or four times the fun Could be had if we'd only come To the table to feast with All our imperfections But it doesn't matter now It doesn't matter now It's all just poison in disguise Teacups full of candy-coated Poison in disguise Teacups full of candy-coated lines Everybody fill your cups Pinkies out and bottoms up Fake a smile and drink it down Poison in disguise Teacups full of candy-coated Poison in disguise Teacups full of candy coated lines Poison in disguise Teacups full of candy-coated Poison in disguise Teacups full of candy coated lines Don't you give me no, don't you give me no Don't you give me no lines! Don't you give me no, don't you give me no Don't you give me no lines! --- Lines - Mindy Gledhill