Everyone is in a hurry, it seems
Daylight fading or running out of schemes.
They dress and doll up, attractive as can be
Gorgeous lips with wonderful locks for every man to see.
They try, they sell, they do cutie stuff and flirt around
All to be “taken”, taken where? Oh, just around.
They tell me I’m running behind, they all tell me to hurry up
No time to chit chat, no time to stop.
But I’m not running late
I’m not even running
There may be some disappointments, maybe some hate
But I’ll show them I can be stunning.
On my own.