Young girl naive in her teen dreams
Young girl from the suburbsIs she still there to say a prayer
She longs for more than wild herbs
Young girl naive in her late dreams
Young girl from the suburbs
Older she fares, will she still care
For art she makes not covert
Young girl naive no matter age
Young girl from the city
She ties her hair amidst the stares
Time to get her hands dirty.
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