I am huge.
And bright
And pretty
And people seem to like me
I am not cheese
Some people say I'm made of cheese
but I know they don't mean it
So it's okay
Let them talk
Some people wish on me
But I'm not a star
Some people want to colonize me
But I'm too far
Who's the woman in Tootsie?
Oh yeah
Terri Garr
You're welcome for tides
And also sorry for them.
You're welcome for night time illumination
And also, sorry for stealing your light, Sun.
You're welcome for gravity stuff
That I don't understand.
I'm the moon.
I'm working on liking myself.
There's not a man in me.
That's just a rumor. And a mean one.
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