Imitation of Life

Charades pop skill, water hyacinth Named by a poet, imitation of life Like a coy in a frozen pond, like a goldfish in a bowl I don't want to hear you cry That sugarcane that tasted good That cinnamon, that's Hollywood Come on, come on No one can see you try You want the greatest thing, the greatest thing since bread came sliced You've got it all, you've got it sized Like a Friday fashion show teenager cruising in the corner Trying to look like you don't try That sugarcane that tasted good That cinnamon, that's Hollywood Come on, come on No one can see you try No one can see you cry That sugarcane that tasted good That freezing rain, that's what you could Come on, come on No one can see you cry This sugarcane, this lemonade This hurricane, I'm not afraid Come on, come on No one can see me cry This lightning storm, this tidal wave This avalanche, I'm not afraid Come on, come on No one can see me cry That sugarcane that tasted good That's who you are, that's what you could Come on, come on No one can see you cry That sugarcane that tasted good That's who you are, that's what you could Come on, come on No one can see you cry