Skinny Jeans, Unskinny hips.
Scarlet Hues on painted lips.
Party Girl with Secrets huge.
In disco lights, she seeks refuge.
Jiving to the beats, so fast.
Dancing, praying for this moment to last.
Still, like the songs, the night does end.
But party girl, she loves to pretend.
Drawing blinds against the sun’s harsh light;
She closes the blinds and preserves the night.
Ah, cruel time, you brutish beast.
Upon her beauty, you will feast.
Skin, once tight will be stretched loose.
Old age comes, however you refuse.
Party girl, Helen of Troy;
Barbie doll, now a discarded toy.
Replaced by Divas, pretty and young.
Forgotten chords of a song once sung.
Back to the closet from whence you came;
Your choppy waters forever tame.
Scarlet Hues on painted lips.
Party Girl with Secrets huge.
In disco lights, she seeks refuge.
Jiving to the beats, so fast.
Dancing, praying for this moment to last.
Still, like the songs, the night does end.
But party girl, she loves to pretend.
Drawing blinds against the sun’s harsh light;
She closes the blinds and preserves the night.
Ah, cruel time, you brutish beast.
Upon her beauty, you will feast.
Skin, once tight will be stretched loose.
Old age comes, however you refuse.
Party girl, Helen of Troy;
Barbie doll, now a discarded toy.
Replaced by Divas, pretty and young.
Forgotten chords of a song once sung.
Back to the closet from whence you came;
Your choppy waters forever tame.
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