you know how girls are
not women, that's so
no girls are much sweeter
and they never say no

girls are much brighter
and it's hope that they hold
on their sleeves, in their smiles
not yet gone cold

when a girl loves a boy
she does so with freedom
blind to whether he returns it
he seems the king to her queendom

and the day he deserts her
the day the last boy leaves
is the day that she'll realize
it's better to be a lone queen

you know how girls are
not women, not yet
and the day they turn is sad
still, they never forget