Charades pop skill
Water hyacinth.
Name by a poet
Imitation of life.

Like a koi in a frozen pond.
Like a goldfish in a bowl.
I don't want to hear you cry.

That sugar cane that tasted good.
That cinnamon, that's Hollywood.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see you try.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since bread came sliced.
You've got it all
You've got it sized.

Like a Friday fashion show
Teenager cruising in the corner
Trying to look like you don't try.

That sugar cane that tasted good.
That cinnamon, that's Hollywood.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see you try.

No-one can see you cry.

That sugar cane that tasted good.
That freezing rain, that's what you could.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see you cry.

This sugar cane, this lemonade
This hurricane, I'm not afraid.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see me cry.

This lightning storm, this tidal wave
This avalanche, I'm not afraid.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see me cry.

That sugar cane that tasted good.
That's who you are, that's what you could.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see you cry.

That sugar cane that tasted good.
That's who you are, that's what you could.
Come on, come on.
No-one can see you cry

Writer : STIPE, MICHAEL / MILLS, MIKE / BUCK, PETER
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.