Tomato face, cherry cheeks, strawberry glow
The hues of my face have their own kind of flow
From sports to sex, you never know
What shade of pink is going to show
When you are a kid it’s cute
A teen it’s hell
But nothing is wrong with me as far as I can tell
I just happen to wear my palette on my skin
It’s the same all around for my kin
So when you are out and about and you see my facial crimson tide
Think twice before you name call and let’s all wear our colors with pride
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