21 May 2012
Blood red lipstick on her lips
Glitter shadow on her lids
black kohl frames her eyes
Her hair sleeked back full of shine.
6 inch heels she can't walk in
Legs hugged by leather she can't breathe in.
Yet she looks comfortable and cool,
As upon the stage she sit on her stool,
Looks out into the crowd as the first notes are strummed,
A few heads nods,
A few glasses tilt,
Her voice comes out soft and yet thick.
She doesn't sing for her amuse,
But to put food on the table she shares her pretty girl blues.
Pretty Girl Blues • Opuss № I