Her Beauty

She wears pink knee-highs on a good day So she don't feel so old Or the knitted leg warmers she made So she won't feel so cold Don't know much about her Except her sly grin on the side She'll tell you how it is or if it isn't Not up to you to decide L'authenticité is her beauty, and she knows That's how she came to be, and that's how she goes She walks the sidewalks on her way All the gents turn around She smiles to herself as if to say What a bunch of clowns She rides her bike to get away From all the chatter in the town If bliss is ignorance, they say What about that frown? L'authenticité is her beauty, she knows That's how she came to be, and that's how she goes, you know She's small, she's only five years old She likes to make conversation She tells you all about the soul And a million other inventions She hangs her heart out on the line Not to dry out at all She hopes the sun will make it shine Or soften with the rainfall L'authenticité is her beauty, she knows That's how she came to be, and that's how she goes, you know Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh