Cellulite in Blue [song lyric]
Her skin was smooth as silk
and her hair a crown of gold.
Asked her mirror (always would tell).
Clothes cling and slide into place.
In those days she’d thought all was well;
cruel lines not etched on her face.
She screened her face from sun;
hid it mostly from the light.
Preened herself for someone to feel.
Loved how his hands searched her cells.
Blossomed through her sex appeal;
pheromones and scented smells.
Refrain:
Now she has cellulite blues
right from her ass to her shoes.
Bending, distorting her precious tattoos:
Bad news.
He said he loved her still;
beauty’s more than just skin-deep.
Slighted, she pushed him away;
lost all her trust in his words.
All she could see was decay.
His hands on her flesh just disturbed.
She stared in disbelief
at her lunar surface thighs.
Summer coming; what would she do?
Fate is to her so unkind!
Can’t have her legs out on view:
Through lusty stares she’s defined.
Now she has cellulite blues
right from her ass to her shoes.
Bending, distorting her precious tattoos:
Bad news.
She tried out every cream
and a cost-a-lot machine.
Wailed — cursed the day she was born;
stress then brought lines round her eyes.
Felt she was badly deformed;
now there would be no more guys.
At first she just self-harmed;
cut her skin up with a blade.
Told her mum she fell in some thorns.
Then she did more with that knife.
Now mother cries, grieves and mourns:
Cellulite girl took her life.
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© Alan Morrison, 2013
The Naked Troubadour 