Dear eyebrows, why won’t you grow?
It’s really such a trend, you know
Bushy glory ‘cross my brow
I wish someone would tell me how
To go back to that fateful day
When my mother said you’d go away
If I kept plucking like I did
It’s not fair – I was just a kid!
How was I to know I’d want you back
But here we are, my dears, you’re lack–
–ing, sparse and balding, curse the day
I wanted you to thin that way
Eyebrows, I promise – cross my heart
If you’ll fill in, I’ll do my part
Pencil, pomade, brow gel – no!
All that’s gone, if you’ll just grow
(Please) (I miss you)