Those red pimples
Those red pimples are in love with me
Stalking me everywhere since I was a teen
Showing up uninvited to my sweet 16
First kiss, first break-up
They’ve witnessed everything
Graduations, layoffs
They think we are a team
Oy
Those red pimples are in love with me
They have some cousins on my neck
And some nephews on my back
Some tried to colonize my breast
Sorry I had to turn them back
Oy
Those red pimples are in love with me
Some have a big belly
Some are young and skinny
Some are shy and quiet, some are on a diet
But all of them
Want to marry me
Oy
Those red pimples are in love with me
They’re jealous of those pink mosquito bites
And are always complaining
About my summer rash
Those red pimples, what a trip
Do they seriously think they’re hip ?
When it’s cold and windy they dry on my poor skin
But when the sun comes back
They’re all over my chin
As if I were the queen
Or something
Oy
Those red pimples are in love with me
Those who have been hurt by an unfair love affair
Leave a scar on my skin that stays
For months
Like the pain
In my heart
Fights, tears,
They’ve witnessed everything
Those red pimples
They know a lot of things
One day who knows they might as well marry me
We’ll raise a family
And we’ll live
Happily
Ever
After
© Sabrina Moella
Stalking me everywhere since I was a teen
Showing up uninvited to my sweet 16
First kiss, first break-up
They’ve witnessed everything
Graduations, layoffs
They think we are a team
Oy
Those red pimples are in love with me
They have some cousins on my neck
And some nephews on my back
Some tried to colonize my breast
Sorry I had to turn them back
Oy
Those red pimples are in love with me
Some have a big belly
Some are young and skinny
Some are shy and quiet, some are on a diet
But all of them
Want to marry me
Oy
Those red pimples are in love with me
They’re jealous of those pink mosquito bites
And are always complaining
About my summer rash
Those red pimples, what a trip
Do they seriously think they’re hip ?
When it’s cold and windy they dry on my poor skin
But when the sun comes back
They’re all over my chin
As if I were the queen
Or something
Oy
Those red pimples are in love with me
Those who have been hurt by an unfair love affair
Leave a scar on my skin that stays
For months
Like the pain
In my heart
Fights, tears,
They’ve witnessed everything
Those red pimples
They know a lot of things
One day who knows they might as well marry me
We’ll raise a family
And we’ll live
Happily
Ever
After
© Sabrina Moella