She Put Up with What She Put Down

[Verse 1]
Reading the draft, wasn't sure where to laugh
The language wasn't very refined
Skipping ahead, she wasn't sure where it lead
The patterns were too hard to find

[Refrain]
Traffic and lights
Connecting flights
She read it through

[Verse 2]
The church rang the bell, heard it from her hotel
She stood up to open the blinds
A rolled magazine became part of her scene
She put up with what she put down
Laying in bed, now off thе top of her head
Knowing she could takе 'em to town

[Refrain]
Traffic and lights
Setting her sights
She always knew

[Verse 3]
Some aim to be great, but they just illustrate
That history's often unkind
Writing her thoughts as she stares out to the highway
Will anyone read or review?
Cool ocean air as she pulls into the driveway
The ceiling is cracked, but she's leaning out the window
Out of the window
Out of the window
Out of the window

[Refrain]
Traffic and lights
Connecting flights
She thought it through

[Verse 4]
Make no mistake, she'll never let them eat cake
'Cause history's often unkind
Still, the church rang the bell, echoed through the hotel
The key is often harder to find