poem

What Makes Us Girls

What girl doesn’t like to be looked at in that certain way?

Taken or not, it secures her worth in men’s eyes.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

What girl, in her bleakest hours, doesn’t dream of her white-wedded day,

Yet enjoy the way a man dotes on her and hopes to pry?

You can dream of me, you can love me, but you’ll never have me play.

 

Being wanted and the allure of wanting to play

The mating game when it is most forbidden, when it becomes a lie.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

What could be better; the lifelong friendship of a diamond that never fades

Or the allure of longing gazes and the heavy sounds of men’s cries?

You can dream of me, you can love me, but you’ll never have me play.

 

Toy with them by night and tear their hearts out by day,

There’s nothing more satisfying than knowing that you’re mine,

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

Playing an unacknowledged game, we’ll never pay,

This is what makes us girls and this is what makes us fine.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

What girl doesn’t like to be looked at in that certain way?

Older Girls

I grow up and I go down thirty stories,

Growing up in the 212

Everyone so proper,

Watching what the older girls do.

 

Growing up in the 212,

Dresses and pearls, I play dress up with the pretty girls

Watching what the older girls do,

Charming their way through life.

 

Dresses and pearls, I play dress up with the pretty girls

They primp, they curl, they drink, they smoke,

Charming their way through life,

I’ll learn the ropes cuz I’m a big girl, too.

 

They primp, they curl, they drink, they smoke,

Momma doesn’t have to know that I’m in the big league now,

I’ll learn the ropes cuz I’m a big girl, too

I grow up and I go down.

 

Momma doesn’t have to know that I’m in the big league now,

Walking these perfect streets all mean,

I grow up and I go down

On those boys’ hearts.

 

Walking these perfect streets all mean,

I’ll charm ‘em and lure ‘em,

Oh those boy’s hearts,

Getting the big fish now.

 

I’ll charm ‘em and lure ‘em

Like the older girls do with the sway of their hips,

Getting the big fish now,

There’s nothing Momma can do to stop me.

 

Like the older girls do with the sway of their hips

I’ll do to those boys with the sight of my lips,

There’s nothing Momma can do to stop me,

I’ll pretend to know what the older girls know.

 

I’ll do to those boys with the sight of my lips,

What no one else in the 212 can do,

I’ll pretend to know what the older girls know

And the boys will be begging for more.

 

What no one else in the 212 can do,

I’ll do it real good,

And the boys will be begging for more,

And the boys will never leave me alone.

 

I’ll do it real good,

I never want to be alone,

And the boys will never leave me alone

And I’ll never die alone.

 

I never want to be alone,

Everyone’s so proper,

And I’ll never die alone

Growing up and going down thirty stories in the 212.