oh to be one of the girls
made of glitter and glamour
she gets all the guys
with their arms wrapped around her
she never sits still
she's a manic pixie dream
she's the thunder, the lightning,
and everything in between
shes Marilyn by night,
and kesha by day
she's never far off
but she never does stay
you won't see her crying
and you wonder why that is
because glitter and glamour
is more than she is
she's complex and unique
she tells stories she keeps
and by moonlight she dances
right next to the sea
the palm-grasses shade out
the shine of her tears
when she goes back to cry
and hide from her fears
when she opens her mouth,
she gets more than her point across
although nobody seems
to see behind the gloss
the gloss, the sparkle
she's a lady, not little
and shes made of thunder, lightning,
glamour and glitter
