When my past was young
She makes mistakes
Cries suddenly and laugh
like a happy day
She would even walk up to
cop
Knock the hell on his
head
Because she was young
She never walks alone
She walks with her arm
stick and bet shell
And wrinkles her two
hands amid her companions
She has never thought of
setting any of her outfits right
Neither does she thinks
of using Mary Kay
Instead, she cries
anytime she is called to bath
And smiles whenever her
tot towel licks the ocean of water on her body
When suddenly her past
grew up
She could not even pass
freely in front of a cop
Because she now has
oversized butt and a balloon boobs
Serve Mary Kay every day
And walks with a high
mountain that does not fit the feet
She kisses, seduces,
rumbles, scrambles any patriarch
And cries not like when
she was young
But like a piano tiles
that is stuck to the fingers who seduces him.