A girl starts with a love
For a stuffed dog not a boy
And carries with her
An innocent charm
For daydream hope
Not alarm

But then the shock
Of feminine worth
You are not much
Just because of your birth

Then you realize
You will fall in love
Not with a toy
Or sky above

And the first is scary
It feels like a snake
Why am I worried
About what he thinks

And as experience grows
You try to act sly
Pretend you don’t see
The look in his eye

And of course you give in
To a kiss or maybe more
Then watch as he leaves
Out the window not the door

But you’re not his first love
And never shall you be
He shares in the field
In honest reverie

And you go through
The world of romance
And the like
And find that you are
Never the first
Not the light

The glow of one
Who carried
Each boy’s heart
Are the lies of a man
Who leers in the dark

And you try to be safe
With being yourself
Why did he tell me
Destroying my wealth

I am women now
I feel the refrain
You will never be the first
It burns through my brain.