A wrinkle shows up
On faces of single women
Not a frown
Don't you dare confuse it with a frown
'Cause it aint one at all
Crease
Kinda facefold if you will
Where we keep baby wipes, toy cars, and old mint candy
Not quite deep as the titty pocket
Cover lies we bought, lies we sold
Aint near sturdy as the coochie basket
Carry Crisco oil for chicken and ashey knees
Got Mama's secrets and baby's first teeth
Just a thin lil wrinkle I tell you
'Bove the eyelids
Sometimes go down between the cheeks
Circle the mouth like a trucker's hand
Barely grip the wheel early Sunday morn
Like it almost say
See, don't be 'fraid a me
I still a sweet smile
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