It was blacker than black
A deep endless shade
To wake us from our shallow trance
On blankness it preyed
Like a shadow distracting our misguided eyes
To complicate beauty
To un-mesmerize
It may have been the last hope for our poor empty souls
Enrique Iglesias’ mole
It was smaller than small
But not small enough
It didn’t make him more pretty
It didn’t make him more tough
So someone with an ugly heart must’ve made a fuss
Now it’s gone forever
What will become of us?
It may have been the last hope for our poor empty souls
Enrique Iglesias’ mole
Cause he worshipped the mirror
And the sun on his face
He got all the girls dancing with a cancerous grace
But if he was our hero as he promised he could be
Then he’d still be imperfect
Just like you and me
It may have been the last hope for our poor empty souls
Enrique Iglesias’ mole
You can’t have a diamond if there is no lump of coal
Enrique Iglesias’ mole
The sun has just exploded and become a big, black hole
Enrique Iglesias’ mole
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