Lady-Like
I like my music really loud.
I like the windows three quarters down.
I like high socks with my shorts,
And cracking up after I snort.
You only like classical and the violin,
Only the cold air from the stupid vent,
I'm not lady like enough for you,
But I'm your daughter; I'll have to do.
I like slamming my door for emphasis.
I like to wear sneakers with my dresses.
I like to stay up really late.
And I'm the queen of procrastinate.
Your goal today was to lecture me around.
When I belt-out-loud, you say "tone it down."
I'm not lady like enough for you,
But I'm your daughter; I'll have to do.
I like my jeans with holes and rips.
I like imitating movies down to the script.
I like to eat my way through the pantry,
And tapping my fingers absentmindedly.
You like all my clothes perfectly folded,
And think my grades need adjusted.
I'm not lady like enough for you,
But I'm your daughter; I'll have to do.
