Show Girl
Once upon a time there was a show girl.
Show girl.
Show girl show me woncha show me watcha got
said life
said strife,
the pot boiling hot.
But what you find in hot water
is not learning how to swim
but that climbing for your life
is the only way to win.
So the show girl, she showed she
had what all she got
and learned that when you show your stuff
it’s a gallop,
not a trot
’cause you’re flying the hell away from here
in your lipstick wings and eyelash tickets,
run run and they won’t find you
in a character, they can miss it.
So you smile and you wave
and you keep your spirits up
or at least that’s what your pretty glitter says
(you know they call it make up?)
and if you’re showing off
and showing up
then they can’t fault your act
and as long as your always never yourself
then there’s no wrong
that’ll get you smacked.
Smile, pretty show girl,
woncha show ’em whatcha got
said life
said strife
and their boiling, roiling pot.
So show girl, she pretty smiled
and said if it gotta burn,
best be hot.
Quill Aquiver 