High heels, red lipers and a black attire,
Low on make-up, still mouthing fire,
Walking down the ramp or a crowded lane,
Those staring guys and perplexed plain Janes!
Racing and a fast life, still no haste,
All the attitude gathered is no waste,
Talk and will stay up till dawn,
Pacing cars and manoeuvring pawns,
Living every minute and who is sedated?
Paying all the bills, jeans are faded,
Crying under a pillow and swollen eyes,
Something done, now a stinking forlorn pie,
"Learnt" when no one was around,
Taught by no teachers, but scavenging hounds,
And still smiling and not an outlaw,
Nails red as blood, Eyes done with no flaw,
And when you look up, watch the glow,
Who gives a damn! Its a friend or a foe!
Low on make-up, still mouthing fire,
Walking down the ramp or a crowded lane,
Those staring guys and perplexed plain Janes!
Racing and a fast life, still no haste,
All the attitude gathered is no waste,
Talk and will stay up till dawn,
Pacing cars and manoeuvring pawns,
Living every minute and who is sedated?
Paying all the bills, jeans are faded,
Crying under a pillow and swollen eyes,
Something done, now a stinking forlorn pie,
"Learnt" when no one was around,
Taught by no teachers, but scavenging hounds,
And still smiling and not an outlaw,
Nails red as blood, Eyes done with no flaw,
And when you look up, watch the glow,
Who gives a damn! Its a friend or a foe!
