Talking to you, one on one, face to face
But your eyes keep staring down then back up
I start to blush my cheeks get red I'm sorry I
Thought puberty was over too
Stop looking at the zit that's on my chin please
I cannot help it that I still get these
Trust me I would have popped it last night
But that was when it was red and not white
A premature mound of puss
But now it's getting between us
It doesn't help that we are under fluorescent light
If it weren't white I'd tell you it's a spider bite
Every time you stare at it your face looks like
Someone farted and you just caught a whiff
Stop looking at the zit that's on my chin now
Like it's a seven-headed, one-eyed cow
I know that I'm a guy but I'm desperate
Can someone spare some make-up for this zit
Don't tell me you've never done it
Just a dab of foundation
This pimple is making me feel so small
And that's hard to do cuz I'm tall
Excuse me one moment our talk we'll resume
Once I return from the bathroom
Where I'll
Begin Squeezing,
Pushing, forcing, Mutilating, so frustrating
3-2-1 go, this Volcano
Is about to blow
Now the zit is draining like a half cooked egg
When you poke the yoke and invoke more yoke
I return feeling more confident
Continue please and tell me just where were we?
But you're still
Staring at the
Glaring at the
Frowning at my
Scowling at my
Dried up blood clot
The dark dot in the red spot
I can't win