She was cigar smokin’, hoppin’ down the street.
In her shiny man shoes of perils to meet.
She wore button-down shirts folded up neat.
She had tulips in her ears but fire in Her stomach.
People were afraid of Her ‘cause she would act all tough.
Sreamin’ quite loud, HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH!?!?!?!
She wanted life to be fair.
with Her hands in the air, Her hands everywhere
Feelin’ up the world Makin’ sure it don’t tear.
She was a hip-huggin’
Bust-drummin’
Scary ass woman.
She protested Her rights
with signs held high.
She was the creator of all might.
Her steady jaws held burdensome laws.
She crunched them scars
Between her flaming paws.
Weighted by the masses She dodged passes when
Smokin’ and drinkin’ whiskey with the men.
Tryin’ not to be forced from the act of sin.
She was a renegade, unmade
from pink frills, tulle, sparkles and games.
She slapped down her age like a cherry brocade.
This woman, so fierce.
This woman, she’ll pierce
any man who wanders near.
Her bosom made of liquid Power.
Her brains of steel bring showers
to stop the mind from going sour.
Without thought, she sought Freedom.
And wouldn’t cha know,
that she has yet to meet him.
