One dot here, another dot there
Pimples all over my face, wish I didn’t care
You’d think I’m 12 with these zits on my face
Got my grill looking like something from space
Connect the dots and I just might find
Orion, Aries, something of that kind
Craters of pus so gross and fug
It’s impossible not to give them a tug
Don’t touch em’ they say, you’ll leave a scar
Can’t help it, got them popped, feel like a star
Next time you see a woman with a case on her face
No she’s not 12, just a constellation face, straight up from space