Girl, Speak for Us
Not quite naïve,
Not quite mature,
I cannot find a word to describe her innocence.
Two years have passed,
And she still has not experienced the real world.
Chalky kisses in a dark broom closet.
A shiny silver new car,
With a big ribbon on top.
She says she's happy, but I can tell she dreams of a limo.
Life is not turning out the way she wanted it to be,
A big office with a short workday and much cash.
Instead, a cramped workspace with smelly co-workers.
It's taken a while,
And there are a lot more wrinkles in her face than she thought she would have.
But she can finally speak for the people.
The microphone is high quality,
She's always had a clear beautiful voice.
But her words come out jumbled.
Her first time speaking in politics,
And I think she's discovered the truth.
Little girl, you speak for the people when you cannot be heard.