pining for gold (in a small town)

You know the one, the small town girl with the big city spirit. Her smile comes alive at the stop light. Red and green signals stare through her see-through brilliance she calls a dress. But ask her if she knows happiness. She'll tell you all about helplessness. She'll struggle as she speaks, stuttering through her breathe, wearing fear on her tongue as it slips from one man to the next.

And then...she'll disappear, borrowing your big city spirit, for a taste of happiness. Forever praying that you'll want the small town girl to return instead.