It’s beauty. Beautiful fan.
We’re beauty. All that we can.
That man. Why’s he so tall?
That woman. Southern-lit drawl?
Drew my fictional clown. Where’s its directional frown?
You can find Adam, and you just found Eve?
Well, I can find Blue, and I just found Steve!
Yo, I know this sounds lame,
But aren’t you glad that you came?
Back to that fan at the top.
You see, I never did stop.
We’re going back.
We’re coming strong.
You see what you did wrong?