Shameless plugging, she says
A shameless plug, a grip for time
Shameless
Shameless
Shameless
Shameless
She'd be a b***h if she weren't so nice
But she can't deceive like that
She's not that kind of girl and she never could be
She brings a different kind of shame to shameless
A different kind of loud to silence
But not loud in the material sense
The crazy inferial sense
The normal and meltingly serial sense
No.
She's a different kind of girl altogether
A Jewish American Princess: sans the princess, add more Jew
She's sweet in a savory kind of way but not
Sickening or heavy on the stomach
She lands lightly and makes you fall softly, safely
Into a comfort all coffee beans and ambient tones
She was a sweet girl, but not the kind of sweet that makes you sick
Just the kind of sweet that leaves you wanting more
More of her tender friendship and innocent praise
She's the kind of girl that makes you sorry you're you
But only almost.
She encourages with every bit of her soul, a mother to the world
Whose only desire is to make her children feel more secure
She's all forgotten words and rambling sentences
But in the best sense.
She's never crazy in life, only in thought and style
But watching, seeing, listening to her makes you see
She wishes, so desperately, to be as free in deed as she is in word.
What she doesn't know is she has her freedom,
A tasteless but powerful freedom before her
And it's there for the taking
But she won't reach.
Fear stays her hand because of her past
Because of the pain her soul has cried out against
The pain of death and loss at such a tender age
But if you only look, girl, if only you'd truly see
Your pain has long left you and your heart's attached itself
To an empty idea of what you should feel.
Open your eyes and see
You are as free as you allow yourself to be.