You said ‘I gotchu’
So I stood under your
Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh
Under your umbrella
You’d shield me from the downpour
Because your round canopy
Promised you would
For a ride we’d go up and away
High in the sky on some Mary Poppins type shit
But when it rained
It poured and lo and behold
There was a rip in your
Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh
And as I searched for the source
Of the leak
I realized this was some dollar store garbage
Thin as rice paper
The droplets streamed
In my eyes
Through all of me
Down, down to my shoes
The wind blew like a stage four hurricane
And you flipped yourself
Inside out
And I held on tight, so tight
But the stronger the storm
The more you threatened to blow away
I lost my grip and off you went
I watched you lose yourself
In the wind and rain and
Collapse into yourself
Tears mixed with rain
At the realization that
You ain’t no Rihanna
And I was left standing without a shield
Without protection
You proved to be
Nothing more than a flimsy
Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

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