Being a good girl,
doesn't necessarily help you win
in this cotillion
we go 'round callin' life.


I've played by the rules'¦
Actin' fit and proper'¦.
When I felt bound, gagged and tied.


Been so polite that
butter wouldn't melt in my mouth
Even bowed my head
when I felt like
kickin' up my heels'¦

And where has it gotten me'¦
Absolutely f uckin' nowhere.

I look down at my accomplishments
and what I see is half a person,
livin' half a life'¦

One day I opened my eyes
and realized I was livin' life
with my dreams
tucked safely away inside my pocket
like pennies for a rainy day.

How did I ever become so afraid to live?
Where did I get this warped perception
that this was how life was supposed to be'¦.

This little epiphany,
this new found self awareness,
knocked me just about flat on my ass'¦
It was like swimmin' at the beach
in a seventy mile an hour hurricane.
Like standin' in the middle of a wheat field
when that cyclone sucked Dorothy straight up to Oz'¦.

When I finally figured it out, I thought'¦
"Hey!
You're not in Kansas anymore Todo"
And a light bulb when off in my head'¦.
Cracking into a thousand shards'¦
scattered bright like in the corners of my mind.

I awakened, as if from a dream'¦
with a sense of drive and courage
I'd forgotten I had possessed
and suddenly I noticed the world wasn't
black and white anymore,
by golly! It was Technicolor!

Excited,
I grabbed hold of this one life
I have to live,
before the dust had a chance to settle
And said'¦(havin' figured it all out)'¦
"On your mark'¦.
Get set'¦.
Go!"

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