Tribute to the Painted Girl
By Grayce Moody.
There are girly girls and whirly girls,
And girls who are bashful and shy;
There are gay brunettes and dizzy blondes,
And the girl with the wicked eye.
There’s the haughty girl who sits on the world,
As the honey from life she sips,
But give me the girl the world calls bad,
The girl with the painted lips.
She’s there with a smile and a friendly word,
When the world is going wrong,
She will jolly you and cheer you up
And tell you life’s a song.
She will stick by you and play you square,
No odds if you’re down and out,
She’s a dandy pal and a true blue friend,
I’ll say she’s a regular scout.
Her life is not all sunshine and roses
This painted little maid,
But she hides her hurts behind a smile
And faces the world unafraid;
Little she minds what the world says
Or the “goody girls’” caustic quips,
She’s worth a thousand “prudish prunes”
My girl with the painted lips.
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