Look at me in navy skirts with parochial blouses

Long flowing skirts in flowers of spring is what she sees

For all my shyness she’s outgoing, an explorer

Where my weaknesses lie, she becomes strong

She listens to all of my words unspoken

Never judging my feelings as wrong 

Underneath she’s a bowl of green jello

The smallest injustice, brings her to her knees

Though she’ll tell you she’s a crusty old lady

Inside she’s a red gingham cowgirl like me

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