We'll take care of the old,
While nurturing the young...
We are the girls,
we play the games...
Tell me whats FAIR
let your words be true...
Upper-class sororities creating mental images of...
Propriety overtaking individuality while it...
Existence seems to escalate.
Appearances unfold into what can only be...
Razors slid
bottles drunken...
Too young to love
then too young to feel...
This is where it stops
This is where it begins...
Wallpaper faces
In this remodeled world...
I'm finding so much space,
Everything falling into place...
Noisy crowded buses run
Taxi cabs they scurry...
Cry me a river that shows only pain,
why do we always have to play such games...