This Girl
Counts the seconds using minutes
As far as the day is long
She's never been an artist
But still can draw a crowd
She likes pink and purple paisley
Because it goes with everything
Has a bird that speaks Pig Latin
And another one that sings
She bathes out in the moonlight
For an even nightly glow
She never steps on sidewalk cracks
Cause she loves her mother so
She shows up late to parties
So she can greet those first to leave
Takes advice from Sir Paul the knight
Knowing when to Let it be
Her bed is filled with China dolls
Not a one of them the same
She calls them all Sweet Lucy
As she knows no other name
This girl...
Starts out in the middle
So she's closer to the end
Knowing that when she reaches it
She can start all over again
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
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