Girl, you got it goin on.
But please tell me why.
Why the barbs,
why the wire in your dreams
and the sharp shards
and the broken seams.
Girl, you got it goin on,
but no one sees.
They forgot the days of smoking
in the aisle.
They forgot the champagne blue
and the pills for two.
The short skirt a work unto itself,
and the designer cocktails from the top shelf.
I break a bottle for you,
against the shipwreck,
and the wreckage.
I poise a crystal glass in honor of you
and your prima donna tou tou.
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