I never could see past your mace
The Spotlight was a curse in the corner of your purse
But I reckon
Your face is a weapon
That's right
You Harlettes never knew
You just walk around in a poor man's pair of shoes
But nothing gets to me
I won't hear your plea
I rarely saw you faking that that hand of yours was taken
In this part of town
Did you remember to pick up the kids?
Do they even remember you?
I remember an even fight
Between the boys in the yard outside the school