WHAT DO YOU SEE IN ME?
A woman that won’t conform
A woman that won’t give a damn
A woman that’ll do what she wants
A woman that’ll jump ship when all goes wrong
A woman that’ll beat her own drum
Drum, drum
Bang, bang
Slam, slam
A woman that’ll blow her own trumpet
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
A woman that’ll strut her stuff
Pout her mouth
At you, at you
Guess what?
She’s a woman born free
Free, free
Spirited, spirited
Hoist her sails
Whether you like it or not
I’m not proud
But boy oh boy I can be loud!
If you want to sail this ship
Right from your hip
Then come on by
And say hi
And maybe, just maybe
We’ll get on just fine
Will we wine and dine?
Then hopefully be mine?
Maybe over time
Year after year
There has been manier tear
I’ve sailed the many oceans
North and south
East and west
But every sail billowed
With emptiness
Emptiness
Emptiness
Unhappiness
The decks sparse
Oh come on babe lets sail away
Escape, escape
Escapade
Escapade
I miss you
Miss you much
Miss your touch
I’m out of control
Out of control
Come and take this helm
Steer me in the right direction
Can we dive into each other’s oceans?
Sail off into those wide blue oceans
Where we’ll never come back
We’ll give each other some slack
We’ll pout
We’ll shout
We’ll see who we are
Sail so far
I’ll see who you are!
We’ll see what we are made of
We’ll watch the birds above
We’ll cling to each other
Through the rocking, rolling waves
So come on over
And tame this bird
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
18th December 2015
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