[Verse 1: BaabyC]
When I'm alone in my room sometimes I think about her
And how she shook the whole town, we weren't ready for her
Mica High School, a school that prized conformity
But when she arrived, she was anything but ordinary
Wearing Native buckskin, 1920s flapper clothes
Pioneer dresses and makeup she forgoes.
Against fundamentals, her face had some potential
She carried her pet rat, Cinnamon, in a bag
She strummed a ukulele and she sang Happy Birthday
To kids she never met it was something we didn't get
She danced in the rain, she cheered for both teams
I didn't know how to feel, Stargirl was not real.
We did not know what to make of her. Before, we dared not to break out the boundaries that society had laid out for us. Here goes this blonde, big eyed, freckled face girl, who was so unusual, ultimately, she lead to the emancipation of immense individuality.
[Verse 2: BaabyC]
I became infatuated, the school became animated
Her individuality soared through the corridors
We wanted more, mimicking her behavior
She became popular,
A revolution against conformity had instinantiously occurred.
But eventually they stopped understanding, her popularity was ending and our romance was beginning
She taught me how to enjoy beauty, connect with the earth, to do the right thing and live life for what its worth
But I got tired of being outcasted and shunned by our peers, so I desperately begged her to be normal for this year.
So she changed herself to susan, Just to try to fit in
But then she realized that in life you can only be yourself
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower. The flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterful, but the pin merely went through, and away she flew.
I respect what this song is about, you just have to work on your flow with the music when it comes to your rhymes.
lee88ification 6 months ago
i like this
Rudelove21 10 months ago