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.

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