Ordinary Girl

Such an ordinary girl, don’t you look it. Come on, tell us, tell us, ordinary girl. First date, first kiss…

Naw, I don’t feel like telling.

Come on, tell us, tell us, ordinary girl. First love, first base…

You don’t want to know.

Sure we do, tell us, tell us, ordinary girl. First time, all the way…

I was six.
I was right.
You don’t want to know.

Sugar and spice and everything nice, that’s what little girls are made of. Such a sweet, soft, savory, tasty little girl. But gotta keep it secret, keep it quiet, keep it on the down low, the Q T, hush hush. A May December romance… Except I was born in February.

Sweet little girl, sugar and spice and all that’s nice. But all good things must come to an end. Subscription expired, payment past due, please dispose of responsibly. The seven year itch, going on eight, almost a birthday girl. Time to trade in for a newer model. I hear six is a very good year.

Can’t stand in the way of progress. Time to say goodbye, bid adieu, shuffle off this mortal coil. But do we have some nice parting gifts for you. Isn’t it lovely? Stainless steel, never needs sharpening, it slices, it dices, it even juliennes child.

Split a seam, sprung a leak, running a quart low. The scarlet letter, not A but I, spilled it in the snow. Look inside and what do you know, no sugar or spice in sight. Then under the water, through the ice. Only one witness and he’s not telling. Guest plus one if you believe in God, but he couldn’t make it that day.

Birds gotta fly, fish gotta swim, a girl’s gotta breathe but not under water. Silly girl, silly goose, silly rabbit tricks are for kids, and is this one ever a doozy. It’s lights out, game over, end of the road, end of the line, ever after without the happily.

Full stop. System failure. Knocking on heaven’s door. But sorry kid, you’ve gotta be this tall to ride this ride. Besides they’re working so hard back there, down there, over your dead body. Can’t let them down, can’t disappoint, the show must go on. Just remember to…

Breathe…

Back to earth, back to business, back to your regularly scheduled childhood. A regular comeback kid. How many fingers am I holding up? Lucky girl, lucky, lucky. Thought we lost you for a while there. Back to life, back to living, back to baubles and barrettes and braids. At least pretend, smile and nod, the show must go on.

And on and on, don’t worry, it gets easier with practice. Smile and nod and put on the show and let everyone think that they know. Let them think it, whatever it is, cause it’s easier to be first date, first kiss, ordinary girl. The truth is overrated. It’s the lies that set you free.