Please unsettle
Yourself from your standards
Fifty eight
And twenty three
At the same time.
What became of you?

she won't know what to do
Because when it comes to women,
All you want is a girl
All golden curl
And too much blush
A drip with a pouty lip.

You say everyday
How much you want him to change.
When he does, you ask,
"What became of you?"
Why couldn't you tell that little girl of yours
Not to be afraid?
That things will be okay.
I still wait for that day.