When I had a bowl cut fringe and a frown to match the look

I also played with marbles in the street and scared the garden chooks

I  plucked the flowers and sang a song he loves me he loves me not

Boys would jeer at skinny me and I would turn red hot

At fifteen I stopped scowling  I kicked them in the shins

I was best at billy carts I would always win

At eighteen my bosom grew my eyes began to dance

No more jeers were thrown at me the boys were in a trance

Then my soul began to soar released from its cramped scroll

Ignited and blossomed true my inner spirit flew

All was pretty, all was good, so colourful and new

But then one day it all looked so grey I felt a little blue

What heart and brain do ever meet and agree upon defeat

He was a Cad I had been had by charm and flashy treats

He thought I was misunderstood but no I said in tears

These silly illusions that appeared to entice and trick my inner fears

A cheap performance that he played a game of fickle fun

There was a few just like me that thought they were the one

How naive we begin the journey of the heart

But this is life its a merry go round of stop get off or start

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