The first time that she wore pink,
Nobody recognized her.
She was the tough girl,
The rough girl,
The badass, Do Not Touch Me girl.
She wore leather,
Chunky, heavy heels,
And pierced eyebrows
With fake eyelashes.
But when she wore pink,
She bowled the whole school over.
Her low-riders were on vacation,
The bra straps went back under.
She wore a jean jacket,
And her hair in a high bow,
But she chewed bubblegum
As she sauntered.
Her way through the hallway emptied,
Like Moses parting teens,
And she never cast a look
to any of those boring kids.
‘Cause the badass girl
Was wearing a skirt,
And her tough self was riding the wave.
Smooth silk tickled her ankles
In strappy black sandals
While her hips swayed and swished
To her class.
Her bubblegum cracked
As she opened the door,
When it closed, she looked back,
And she winked.