Tomboy Girl

Her hands don't feel like satin, she's been working since she was a child. Never was a pure white angel, she was always a little wild. She can fight like a man, but loves like a woman. Some people say she's a blessing, others say she was a bad omen. Never was suited, for the debutante ball, She liked the honky tonks or a smokey pool hall. She had to learn too early, how to throw a punch, the only girl child, And the meanest one of the bunch. She has been hurt and mistreated from the very start. But somehow she managed, to keep a good heart. Still holds faith that there's some good in this world. And there's a place, in a heart, for a tomboy girl.