WHAT IS SHE
What is she when she’s at home?
When she unwinds her scarf, when she pulls off her shoes,
what is she when she’s on her own?
Is she a stockbroker, or a dancer?
Is she a cheat, or a chancer?
Is she a tomboy who drives a Lancer?
What is she when she’s on her own?
While she wipes off her make-up, is she surviving a break-up?
Is she someone who’d take up
with a guy who’s no good?
Is she a stuck-up bitch while she looks through the fridge?
Is she unsure which major to take?
Is she good to her mum? Is she someone who bakes?
What is she while she fills up the pot?
Is she a five, or a ten? Is she officially hot?
While she shakes pasta into the boiling water,
is she the dux of her alma mater?
Is she waiting for somebody to call?
Is she painting her house?
Is she having it all?
Is she nice to people who don’t deserve it?
While she stirs in the sauce, is she really “worth it”?
Is she kind, or is her heart a stone?
I want to know what she is when she’s on her own.
What is she while she eats her dinner alone?