Kim

She sang in the bar for an hour Singing her heart out They made a remark on her dress Or rather her without She practiced her lines when she left She's lost for words now Nobody spoke up for Kim So she’s going home now Black leather boots and a coat Jeans all the way down Maybe too risky for work She's on the bar now A gentleman asks for her age He's easily double Says it’s her fault she's mature He says she is trouble She forces a chuckle But she wants to cry She comes to conclusion her smile Is way to inviting Makes some more effort to be A little less exciting She tries to be cold Her problem isn't solved