Why I frownSticks and stones may break my bones,More Like This
But your words led me down that road.
And if you smile, and I say please,
Don’t pretend to care about me,
I’m doing fine. These scars agree.
And time again I’ve heard it said
That boys just care about my bed
Is it trimmed and is it clean
So if I knock upon that door
Would you give a little more?
To hold back would just be mean.
Often I’ve been called a tease.
But words can’t get inside my head
And make me think if I were dead
How long before they find poor me
A tease with a bullet in her head
Or a liter in her lungs
Or from the chimney hung
But I won’t let them get me down
And that is why I always frown.