Some Girls

Some girls take hours to paint every perfect nail
Fragrant as flowers, all powdered and prim and pale
But you are as wild as that wind-blown tree
As dark and as deep as the midnight sea
While they’re busy dressing, you lie here, warm and bold
Some girls you picture, some you hold
Some girls take courses at all the best schools in France
Riding their horses and learning their modern dance
They’re clever and cultured and worldly wise
But you see the world through a child’s wide eyes
Their dreams are grand ones, you want what’s just in reach
Some girls you learn from, some you teach
You are not small talk or shiny cars
Or mirrors or French cologne
You are the river, the moon, the stars
You’re no one else I’ve known
Some girls take pleasure in buying a fine trousseau
Counting each treasure and tying each tiny bow
They fold up their futures with perfumed hands
While you face the future with no demands
Some girls expect things others think nothing of
Some girls you marry, some you love