My Former Self

I was always the girl
Who would beat the boys up
My mother said I should act more like a lady
Because I always seemed to be too tough.

Between football practices
And belching challenges
Arm wrestling, and bruises
I was never one to suffer from bad consequences.

I hated it
When my family labeled me "pretty"
And I tried not to listen
When they said, "When she gets older, she'll drive the boys crazy."

Then he came along,
And my former self slipped down the drain
But he left me in the dust
And I blamed love for the pain.

I resorted back to becoming rowdy
Back to football, belching and arm wrestling
Until another showed up
And I could feel the steel walls around my heart melting.

Maybe I can play this part
Maybe love isn't so bad
But that doesn't mean
I have to give up everything I had.

I still can't be topped in belching
I can be a lineman or a fullback easily
And I can take down anyone's arm
But now I have a boyfriend to beat!