Scantily clad in her garment of hope,
She tries to cast off a cloak of shame.
It is far too warm to go on wearing these things,
And they always look the same.
She needs a new style for the days to come
Something a little more modern than that awful cloak.
Perhaps a nice sheath of purity,
Or a tasteful cloud of smoke.
She's tired of viewing the world through her rose colored glasses,
Besides, they've become so dark they hide her eyes...
And there's no way to make these glass slippers fit,
It doesn't matter how hard she tries.
She needs a new way to style her hair,
Something that's yet to be seen,
And maybe some colored contacts for her eyes
To cover up the green
She patiently waits for the mail to come
Wondering what the postman will bring
She needs the funds to buy her happiness
And a new wardrobe for spring...