Penelope

Penny's got a lot on her mind
She cracks the door and she watches the time
Her brother's voice echos from across the way
But still she worries what if she's late

Augusto's got sharp wit
He'll wink at you fast and run away quick
He'd like to cross her mind someday soon
But she can't even hear him over her own tune

And it goes
Strike me where I stand
Turning turning turning back again
Hints of pretty
Priceless backhand
I don't wish to see this man



Credits
Writer(s): Esther O'shea
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