The Girl Goes 'Round

Mary Beth Maziarz

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The girl goes 'round
The boys like her cause she's easy to love
Soft and dirty little soiled dove
And she dreams of a day when there's always more than she needs
She leans into doorways, watching the beautiful people, so at ease
Sometimes it feels like a carnival -- standing in a hall of mirrors
Looking for glimpses of something true -- for the impossibly clearer
The room begins to spin, illusions slip down
And the girl goes round
The girl goes round
The girl goes round
And the world slows down
With fleeting beauty of an opened rose
And perfect vision of a faraway town, where nobody knows her
Crumpled up hopes and the slippery slopes where she left her innocence
She doesn't even need to drink anymore
She just closes her eyes, and then
Somehow it turns to a carnival -- standing in a hall of mirrors
Looking for glimpses of something true -- for the impossibly clearer
Oh, one swift draw and all the world's a blur
Oh, it's not like anyone will miss her