how i love my man-like shoulders, and these tan lines.
you cant imagine how cool is to be a swimmer.
all the turn sets, or the 1650. the morning practises
with the clif bars and the orange juices.
the meets, the peeing in the pool,
the hot, flat abs of the boys, your pedals,
the goggles and the cups, the chlorine, and your greenish hair.
but after all, we are swimmers.
we ain't normal, we are fighters.
we are swimming because our bodies
is way too hot to be covered with clothes.
little mermaids with tan lines, thats our scars,
the scars that we definately should be proud of.
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