And there we were standing there as if nothing could ever touch us,
putting red lipstick and curling our eyelashes
For the sake of youth
For the sake of not caring
about what the standards should be
for young women in glossy stilettos.
We sat there listening to Pretty Woman
puckering our lips with all the seriousness in the world -
We believed, we truly believed,
in the push up bras and black onyx mascara.
We felt they understood us,
that we belonged
But we were always just little girls
playing dress up.