She loves to sing and dance.
Dreams of the glamour and glitz of showbiz
But climbed no higher than the local stages,
Competing in amateur singing contests.
She tried the local bars in the city.
Received a pittance for singing hoarse,
So, she singed and danced her way to Japan;
Did more than singing and dancing,
To amass a small fortune, be branded.
She’s resigned to her fate, rationalized.
It’s better than the oldest profession
In her hometown city
And she goes to mass on Sunday.
