ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY (APRIL,27TH,1944 / POCATELLO, IDAHO)

The little girl inside me
Walking through this world alone
She wasn't looking for some lover
She was looking for a home

She's looking for a place
To heal her broken heart
And lie her weary head
Not just looking to lie down
In some stranger's lustful bed

She's tired of all those strangers
With empty lines and ploys
Plotting out those lies
To use her body as a toy

Little girl so lost
A woman, sometimes a muse
But on the inside she's frightened
So afraid of being used

So she puts on a facade
Pretending she's so tough
Just try to treat her tender
Cuz', she'll try and call your bluff

She's not used to honest strangers
But men that played the games
So if you take her, take her gently
Cuz' her heart has been untamed

See the little girl lost
Pleading silently for help?
Knowing no one understands her
Sometimes she doesn't understand herself



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