She’s been tempted to combine leather with lace; she’s been tempted to give it all away for one boy. Sometimes she gets sick of being the “good girl”, sometimes she wants to hop on the back of a motorcycle and take a drive. She’s been tempted to put on something to make her feel “sexy”. She’s been thinking and sees the problem she’s finding is there’s no winning either route you take. If you want to take a holiday from her “good girl” ways then you’re accused of going down the wrong path. If you want to “let go” and just do something you wouldn’t do for a night your accused of being fake. The truth is if a girl sleeps with a guy she’s “easy”, but if she doesn’t she’s a “tease”. There’s no winning, only losing. Tell you a secret; if you promise not to tell, sometimes she wants to break free. Maybe be crazy and take a drive. She’s been tempted to lose herself if only for a minute, to become a different girl, a sexy, girl who can let go and have fun. But I’m pretty sure it’s possible to have fun without leather and lace, just a mere suggestion; it does excite the imagination doesn’t it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem