It is the land of calico
The raw cotton livelihood
The rustic life of livid lines
A vestige of its heritage
I found in crystal lights
Merchants have a lineage
Mermaids have a lineage
Misery has a lineage
I wonder if I have a lineage
I am foiled in this city
I am coiled in this city
I saw pathways of a sweet street
I saw parallels in this sweet street
I saw history paddling in this street
Less of beggars, lots of labourers
Light of limelights, light of lifeless
New calico is on the verge of a merge
New calico is mushrooming malls
New calico is mincing minions
I am leaving the city to come again
I need cottons of my coinage
I need cottons for my coinage
I need cottons with my coinage
I am sure it’s a cotton candy city !!!