You pretend that you're alright.
The worst noise
is when you are keeping quiet.
You say you're not that kind of girl,
who will dramatize or traumatize.
Don't fold your hands,
don't hold your tongue.
The other girls will try
to prove you wrong.
Their words will toss you like a storm.
You can't step aside,
you can't resign.
It's just the curse of being a girl,
tonight you must hold your head up high.
And be aware that,
you're the purest pearl tonight
and shoot their reflections
back in their eyes.
You're reaching out to grab his hand,
but he must be the world's most tired man,
acerbic in his compliments.
If he sees it all,
your new shoes and all.
It should be unforgettable.
The cloudy sky should be convertible.
And then we end in this smokey hole,
full of concubines
and replicants.
It's just the curse of being a girl,
tonight you can hardly make a change.
Look around,
it's more than half the world tonight,
who must go through that same rage.
It's just the curse of being a girl,
tonight you can hardly make a change.
Look around,
it's more than half the world tonight,
who must go through that same rage.
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