Black boots and the wild
I got my denims on the edge,
With my sharpened attitude just in time.
My black boots knocking the world stage,
My red lips portrayed so fine.
I am not gonna wait while you talk,
I won’t turn back at your call.
I will abuse you, tease you,
I will prey on you if I like.
Don’t provoke me,
I am a warrior with hidden scars.
I am not found pale and stagnant,
I don’t drool over diamonds and stars.
You might find me in the wild,
Walking over the mystics and primes.
But don’t call me I say,
For I don’t want to be attached to your timeline.
