Shay From the Big City
Shay wore her hat lop-sided, in a jaunty, chic way.
On her it looked adorable, made her look exotic!
On the rest of us it looked silly, ridiculous
And we could not keep it on our hair any way.
Shay was the first one to paint her nails orange.
We had never seen that before. Where did she get orange polish?
This was the sixties. No one had any idea where she got it.
When we finally found it and put it on we looked like Halloween rejects.
Shay was from a big city; we tried to do everything she did.
A couple of weeks or months later, when it was out of style
or maybe we were just not sophisticated and smooth as she was.
When she went back to Des Moines she took her snappiness with her.
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