Classy
Women are given this burden by Society, by men:
Am I ‘classy’ or do I live for no tomorrow?
They aren’t the same, these concepts
I can dress to the nines and gain respect
Or I can have a little fun
The classy girls are stuck-up and called 'prudes'
While those other girls just flash around their nudes
Who am I in this mixed up world?
What do I stand for?
I stand for me!
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