See that girl? Watch her.
She seems full of lies.
One minute so extrovert,
The next avoiding eyes.
A dance can light up her world,
But not dispel her sighs.

She is guarding secrets,
Her glamour a disguise.
And when the clock strikes twelve
Oh how she flies.
As if the truth were waiting
To catch her by surprise.

A mystery, that so wicked seems,
What she so hard hides.
For when it gets personal,
All she denies;
And when it gets too close,
All she falsifies.

Has she no family?
Her midnight beauty dies?
Maybe, maybe, maybe
It's what we don't realise:
She has her own intentions
And evil crucifies.

I shall not carry on,
The thought gives me fright.
You cannot blame me,
Suspicion does arise.

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Oh, you worry so,
Do not terrorise!

She has her own reasons,
Her how's and why's.
Little peculiarities,
Unspeakable ties.
Watch her, closer,
How she burns and cries!

I can see it, in her heart
How her pride dries!
So let the dear girl go,
And try to sympathise.
You may not comprehend
Those with hard lives.

At least don't make it worse
For they must pay the price.

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I can see the fingering,
How they guess and surmise.
The questions they ask me,
I must dodge and be wise.

The truth cannot do,
So I improvise.
But the more I make it up
The more they chastise.
And some of them, I know,
Do me despise.

Before my dreams come true
I must fantasise.
No shame, no feebleness,
No pumpkins or mice.