My Blonde
Long blonde hair
A radiant glow and glare
Counting her steps
So she doesn’t make a mess
When she’s making a move
Cause it’s all thought through
Like it’s a game
With no one to play
She’s determined and stubborn
A fighter, a lover
She has blue eyes and tan lines
You hardly see her cry
She keeps it all inside
Fighting for the good guys
When the same guys use her
