花好月圓

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!

a mind so complex
it's breaking her neck
she thinks she's a car
driving to its own wreck

too wild and cool, vuinerable
to think one could change her
that's where I'm a fool

won't you see 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!