The proof is in the bottle, love, that’s all it means to me,
The truth is in the proof, babe, I worked so damned hard for this
to say I belong to me.
Watch me say it loud and proud, here’s the proof,
shall I proclaim and confess this staggering truth
that my truth don’t look like yours in the mirror
You’re a lifetime away, living, happy, real
never looking back with no need to see what I see
know what I knew, or how I feel.
I belong to me, and it’s 92 percent real.
All the rest is just a ransom note when it oughta be poetry.