Lucky To Grow Old
I couldn't hear what she said
I shouldn't ask
what she give is what you get
Coming out of a banged up
Car slamming the door
She was all set
dreaming of a shiny
New corvette
She just turned 57
still looking for her own
slice of heaven
Holding on to the memories
of when she was a child
With a pink tutu, a plastic crown
Bright eyes and no frown
And that same broken smile
That lasted only a short while
Believing she was
The envy of the entire town
Living the perfect fairy tale
Until the day she had to put
Her body for sale
With no credits at the end
And no one to thank
While she watched
the ship of life sank
She never listened to
What many had said
Not everyone can turn
Shit into gold
And only a few whores
Are lucky to grow old