Frozen
im not looking for anger
im not looking for grief
im looking for respect
in a lonesome sheath
of wisdom without knowing
a wolf in sheeps clothing
why do u think i dye my hair
im taking over one way or another
so to be blonde
it makes the men stare
ive been brunette
they r stareing else where
so girls get youre poses
the prettiest girl knows this
the men think they r chosen
but women know
their men are frozen
Copyright © Cari Vodicka | Year Posted 2012
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