I once cut my hair

And I think I’ll do it again, plus deny my Greek-goddess roots

What I will do next will delight and amaze you all

All of you who put me in a box you call, “somebody I used to know”

I will hire a car service, like the braggarts of New York City

Hand the driver a tip with the fat direction to drive you all far, far away

Wherever it is, you need to go

Mark your calendars in pink ink