OLD FASHIONED GIRL

Adorned in dresses with white cotton collars

Bought with sweat, tears, and hard earned dollars.

Head held high amidst stares and disdain

Shedding those shackles, and invisible chains.

Wearing tattered clothing is not her style

Fellas check her out...they like her smile

Shaking her finger at the neighborhood flirt

Swaying her hips and swishing that skirt.

Don’t get too close, don’t come on too strong

She’ll quickly dismiss you and say that you’re wrong

Her stare will temper your once prideful stride

You’ll hang your head in shame and jump in your ride.