She's dainty on the first glance but only if you know nothing of her.
She knows to smile and point at the exit door.
And sticks her tongue out.
But she wants what she wants and if the shelf is too high, her hands will grow.
She frames herself a hundred times but you've never seen her really laugh.
Not till her room is full and the music is loud and she whittles down to happy.
She's her mother's daughter and she'll scream it from the rooftops.
Her ego has bruises she'll never let you forget.
She's a Shakespearean act all by herself with her phone set to miss.
She's busy busy busy but she's there.
Her soul isn't on paper, she prefers cloth like that.
I think that's where she learnt to stitch people up on the phone at 3 am.
She knows to smile and point at the exit door.
And sticks her tongue out.
But she wants what she wants and if the shelf is too high, her hands will grow.
She frames herself a hundred times but you've never seen her really laugh.
Not till her room is full and the music is loud and she whittles down to happy.
She's her mother's daughter and she'll scream it from the rooftops.
Her ego has bruises she'll never let you forget.
She's a Shakespearean act all by herself with her phone set to miss.
She's busy busy busy but she's there.
Her soul isn't on paper, she prefers cloth like that.
I think that's where she learnt to stitch people up on the phone at 3 am.
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