My ponytails are all fresh washed and firmly secured in braids down my shoulder and back. One side end purple, one side pink. My smile is wide, my eyes are bright and I am ready to play with my friends.
When some bad boy comes out of no where
and immediately grabs my ponytail end
and puts it into some mud, pulling my head to the dirt and making me cry on the playground.
"A lover and a poet lives."
Copyright 2000 Peggy Penny-
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Nah, I don't feel like sharing the bridge.
Here is a truth.
I would rather keep a fantasy like this song
then let you trash it up.
Everybody understands me. Right?
I would rather keep my nice thoughts
and ideas fresh and free to explore all channels.
I don't like bad boys.
(Peggy sticks her tongue out at you.)