I used to want to be pretty, like a Mucha girl--
Got the Lancome landfill to prove it.
I just don't care--
I'm as nasty as a shut-off notice;
I don't even try.
I don't care if you look, and go blind.
I used to want to be somebody's Star, their Number One--
But now that shit is done.
I'm as lonesome as a broken step--
Don't even try,
Because I definitely bite, hard and deep,
And for little cause.
I'm the un-Mucha girl--
Part rage, part grief, all claws.
for Fireblossom Friday "Much(a) The Artistic" at Real Toads.