Ten

Each tweet makes me a liar, will anyone see, the gaps between my hair, sometimes just a little move, makes heaven a place to share, even if I can't get love, terrible faces hard chairs, will they ever let me dream, no one keels me there, get dressed feel the rug, what about my teeth, grace comes from up above, as if I don't care, scrubbed up like easyclean, I sail through the air, call me Harry he buys a Bud, it might rescue everything, rise each night in flood, it's only fair, when evening turns green, get what you like or dare, it's not me who feels.