A Normal Woman

We've all seen her in high school or at the U, but she has a different body each time and yet the same one as last time with a different dress or lack thereof to some extent tho' few are like that.

She is easy and lays all day under the sun
Barely clad except for the breeze on her skin,
She is bright in the libraries with her words well done
Starving for supper to keep herself being thin,
She is out on the town with Kahlua in her glass
Starving for affection covered in costumes so ... tight,
She is hard to approach without being too crass
Sitting on the bed her legs cross from left to the right,
Not a spot or a blemish the stories about her go
Every man's wanted her since puberty hit the fan,
But some of what they say cannot happen though . . .
She's content to fit in or to lead if she can . . .
Once called loose and thought a noose she is now
Somehow just a normal woman who does what her morals allow.