Sister


My perfect little sister, she always lets you know
when you are wrong and of course she is right.
My perfect little sister, not a hair out of place
unless, that's how she wants it.
My perfect little sister, go outside without makeup,
think again; that's a sin.
My perfect little sister, everything is in its place,
and neat as a pin.
My perfect little sister, now is too tired,
to let you know you're wrong.
My perfect little sister,
has lost her hair to chemotherapy.
My perfect little sister, throwing up with makeup on;
think again, not a chance.
My perfect little sister, everything is where it needs to be,
neat as a pin or not.
My perfect little sister, is going down a hard road,
but when it's over and back to normal,
Well, all I can say is:
she's my perfect little sister.

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