Once, there was a woman dipped in gold,

Raised to stop, smile, and say “hello;”

She always did what she was told.

Basking in fame and blinded by control,

She could not shine, she could not grow.

Once, there was a woman dipped in gold.

Looked at, yelled at, harassed and sold,

Poised on a pedestal, labeled phony and faux,

She always did what she was told.

“Leave or get hurt, you tarnished stone,”

She had to let them stop her show,

Once, there was a woman dipped in gold.

Fed up with folly, turned stone-cold,

Bitter and guilt-ridden, she lay low.

She always did what she was told.

She joined the ranks of those before,

They recruited her, let her re-sew.

Once, there was a woman dipped in gold,

She always did what she was told.