There's a Little Girl Inside of Every Woman
There’s a little girl inside of every woman, you can find her if you try:
It’s not in her figure, and it’s not in her hair…it’s right there in her eye.
She plays with the boys, but not in a tree fort—she’s out on that hardwood floor—
That girlish giggle—but the way she dances, she ain’t a tom-boy no more.
Cinderella fell for a truck-driving fella, but he left on a rainy night.
The morning comes and that damned fairy godmother ain’t anywhere in sight.
Instead of a doll, she’s got a real baby—he cries and he coos and he wets.
Instead of a tea-party, it’s called life, and love’s late-night regrets.
There’s a little girl inside of every woman, you can find her if you try:
It’s not in her file at the welfare office…it’s right there in her eye.
She locates employment in a fried-chicken palace, and she’s working for the minimum wage.
She keeps her eyes open for the next Prince Charming, but she never volunteers her age.
There’s a little girl inside of every woman, you can find her if you try:
It’s not in the date on her birth certificate…it’s right there in her eye.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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