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Click hereBirdsong
Like a little tweety pie,
Here I sit alone
No one sings my praises -
So I shall sing my own.
I crave a love thats passionate
A gentleman intense
Who's wordly wise and yet still sweet
With gentle innocence.
I want a man who I deserve
(That means I need the best)
The very best that I can get,
Im sick of all the rest.
I sing am beautiful, I sing that I'm alive
I sing that I am passionate, I sing that I've survived -
And I'm still here and looking good,
Not bad for (over) thirty five.
Look at me! I am unique!
I am a princess,
I must speak - Where is my prince?
When will we meet?
When will he see I'm all the things
That I know I am
When will he come and say to me
That he understands?
Until he comes I must wait
And see what life shall bring.
So here alone this little tweety pie
Shall sing and sing
And sing.
Okay, so it's a sweet, cutesy, and light little piece. I agree that those last two stanzas could go. It'd make it a stronger piece for its particular style with a touch of humor at its end with that reference to age.