Her lips are so soft
Yet her face looks so hardened

She looks at herself in the mirror
She says: “It’s not so important”

She gathers herself
Remembers this isn’t such a big deal

Eyes are the windows to the soul
But hers were a shield

She remembered what she’s gone through
From weakness, sadness, shame, to guilt

She was young with an older mindset
Her curves made her proud of her look

Her curves made men stare with lust
She smiled, it had them shook

She remembered what she’s gone through
Good and bad

Maybe it wasn’t so much of a big deal
Maybe she shouldn’t be taken aback

She looked in the mirror
And took a deep breath... And glossed.

Her lips are so soft
Her skin is so soft

Her lips are so soft
Her curves are so soft...

And she turns them on
She turns them on