Made to keep sun out of ones eyes, worn backwards to keep your inner bad boy alive. I can alter your appearance to some degree, but I'll mess your hair up most definitely!

I may charm you with my beauty, then chase you for admiring it.

Are you sure? the architect asked, This is a weird task. I'm sure, the witch said, This will give me food when times are bad. My house is gonna be made of...

I'm a phrase for a generation, born without condemnation. Blamed when fortunes went astray, the Greatest raised us on our way.

I’m brushed into flowers, landscapes, and skies, or rolled onto walls in a fresh new disguise.