Ingrid Being Glamourous

In a crooked mirror
In a corner store
She combs her hair once more
In forbidden hands
Is a box of new
Patent leather shoes
The imitation fur
Brought in once
To enlighten her
Is stained by soiled hands
By makers of the common stand
In corner mirror
In a crooked room
She paints her face to see
Scattered on the floor are
Books of whom
She wishes she could be
Her ears are pulled by chains
Of gosip lines from social minds
And all the heresay names
Are spoke to her and dropped unkind
Is anybody going to talk to her
When Ingrid's glamourous
Is anybody going to noice her
When Ingrid's glamourous



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Austin, Kurt Starks, Mark Scheltgen, Mike Mcdowell
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