Shattered, broken, crest-fallen
you may believe as I hide away
their callin' on deaf ears fall
for my vulnerability is a sign
to extend care and support
so that you may get lucky.
I will not yield!
This face I awake with
ready for the day, armed
with my wits and six inch stilettoes.
Don't take me for granted,
Don't think me from the ghettos,
I will make you regret it.
Don't offer friendship to make me smile
as I can see from a mile that flattery
is food for fools.
The dust that obscures many
in the form of flattery is merely
This face is the embodiment of my
soul; wherein honor and virtue resides,
I will never yeild to your entrapment.