She walks the stony streets with the newly turned 19 steps
And sways her hips and licks those lips
The looks turn to stares their eyes look on
and she fills her inner dessert with their ***** dreams
Passers by whisper in their  all knowing indifference
She wasn't love as a child she likes to lash out and scream
Likes to be noticed for those suggestive smiles
They are like warm hugs, those staring and roving eyes
But she already knew that
Knew why her innards are always dry and she knows those leeches' attention is only passing by
But what can you tell someone so desperate to be adored
she does not want to be loved she just doesn't want to be ignored