He Met the Mirror With a Sword
She's that kind of little girlWho hangs out with teenagers
And teaches them about life
That kind
Who despises other little girls
Because they love to act, love to hear themselves cry
And when she finally befriends
With belly-button length pigtails and overalls
She does so in trees and with muddy knees
Where a female Davey Crocket is unusual but acceptable
She's not the kind I would like
She's too much like me
posted by Unknown @ 9:53 AM
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