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terminal girl
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she's not the type of girl
who wants a mister perfect
she's not the type of girl
who needs the picket fence
she's not obsessed with things
like a white wedding dress
an' she'd gladly take more but is happier
with less
she's not the type of girl
who likes to go home early
though drinks are poured till two
she'll find some more quite surely
soda, bourbon, cigarettes
ain't she burning up alive
and when you think she's done she says
"I haven't yet arrived..."
she's not the type of girl
who keeps twisting up her tongue
this mind is far too sober for a night
that's far too young
she's not the type of girl
who'll take silence for your word
if the answer ain't a blank stare
she won't remain unheard
no, she's not at all the type
who leaves the wrongs unspoken
but the condition she will leave you in
is terminally broken
and she's not the type of girl
who leaves you any other way
-- Ken Gage ©1999
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