Hey little girl,
Yes you with the curls,
And the shadows beneath your eyes,
Don’t let words get you down,
And boys make you frown,
Hold your tiara head up high,
Yes you little girl,
With the halo blonde curls,
Don’t be afraid of the dark,
For nothingness is our neighbour,
The fruit of our labour,
The comfort when you lie stark,
You, the little girl,
That craves diamonds and pearls,
Beauty, riches, she twirls,
In her short dress that grazes her thighs,
Girl, you’re meant to be wise,
Don’t flaunt what you’ve got,
Don’t act like you’re hot,
That’s all you’ve been told,
Cover up and act cold,
Silly little girl,
Playing the rules,
Trying to fit the idea of the tools.