Girl
ANGELA RUTH HART
a girl is the word
that she hasn't heard
the truth is tiptoeing the edge of her skirt
the traffic's a blur
the street's a river
she's bigger and braver than she is clever
see it's her! it's her!
see it's her! it's her!
a mind so complex
it's breaking her neck
she thinks she's a car
driving to its own wreck
too wild and cool, vulnerable
to think one could change her
that's where i'm a fool
won't you see it's her! it's her!
see it's her! it's her!
a girl is a verb
a whirl of colour
in doing she's being
she never thought she was thinking
anything you could
see it's her! it's her!
see it's her! it's her!
a girl is the word
a girl is a verb
a girl is the world...