Stranded on the rocks of volatility
Trying to decide if they should
Jump or not
Into the world of pretty little women
Who aren't exactly sure
Where to put their hands
But it doesn't matter
Because the boys will come
And show them
Sooner or later
And they will grin
In joyful sin
Until they realize
That their pretty little body
Isn't so pretty anymore
And they wish to God
That they could get back
To where the tide would lap at their feet
And they could sit in
Disillusionment
And stare
At all the pretty little girls
They used to be
Wishing they could be a child once again