She's the kind of girl that wears
the short straight black hair
that every girl wishes they could pull off
but they're too scared to cut it.
She's the kind of girl that has
aviator glasses and
half-burnt-cigarette ashes
blowing away with her secrets.
Heads turn past their limit
as if they had x-ray vision
And words like "who is that?"
tumble around in pretty boy mouths.
Give her a gun
and an authority uniform
and I bet everyone would listen.
I hope she knows
that even without it though
people still pay attention.
I hope she knows
that everything inside her head
is definitely something worth mentioning.
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