Dorothy

She left her shoes at the door
Her dreams in her bed
Her pride on the floor
Her thoughts in her head

No food in the fridge
No money in the bank
No magic hand or bridge
Her mind is just blank

She wont ask for a hand
She's 18 after all
She doesnt want to land
They cant see her start to fall

10 hours a day
On minimum wage
How can she stay
Out of the welfare cage?

She tells mom and dad
She's doing just fine
But when they hear her she sounds bad
They suspect that shes lying

She thinks she knows
She can make it
On her own
But shes digging a deeper pit

Her credit's at zero
Her cards are all maxed
She wants to be a hero
But she has no time to relax

So she grabs her shoes at the door
And lies in her bed
She hopes with her red slippers
She'll awake to a new world instead

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