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