Little Sandra Dee, that's not really me...

Tired of being thought of as Sandra Dee
Easily ignored, used and walked over
So easy to read
Little Sandra Dee with nothing new to say
So easy to tease
Stumbling over my words & feet
So easy to leave
Not worth keeping around
Such a prude better watch what you say
As if I haven't heard it all before
Well most of it anyway
Little Sandra Dee goody two shoes
Best keep your stockings straight
Round me and stick to the rules
Do I seem that serious
Do I come across as such a fool
So I don't smoke or toke on a tool
Yes, I did alright in school
Oh my god I even get along
With my parents still
No I'm not just another a fake
Under tons of make up
Does that mean you know me
I've just about had my fill
Of you saying that I'm sweet
Little Sandra Dee just another dummy
Ready to get on my knees
Believe what others say so easily
Follow their lead
Only to be kicked aside
Maybe I don't swear like a sailor
Doesn't mean I can't hold my own
Maybe I don't wear lace and leather
I can stand tall and turn heads
Probably drink you under the table
And show you a few things in bed
Though I prefer things simple and comfortable
Doesn't mean I don't seek adventure
Little Sandra Dee I come across to you
In the end I say believe whatever
The hell you want to my dear
Doesn't really matter to me

Choices and change...

I don't know what I'm trying to say

I woke up the other day

I wasn't alone and it felt right

Then it all changed again

Nothing can stay

I know it's true

Everything must rearrange 

Every so often and be made new

I could hold my breath

Till I'm blue in the face

But it wouldn't have made him 

Do anything any differently

We went our separate ways

The way it should be

Both supported by family

Our choices we make as we go

Even when they are not our own

We always have a choice 

They say but sometimes making

The right one will feel wrong

I wish I felt strong

That I was doing all I could do

I know I'm not though

I know there is more I could be

Doing for me

I have to forget about you now

I have to do whatever I can

To just go to bed and get up again

The next morning and be okay

It sounds foolish and so easy

You've fought battles far away

I probably sound crazy

That most of my battle is 

Right here in my head

But I know I'm not crazy

Scared and lonely maybe

Perhaps even rather lazy

I'm fighting to find my purpose

While you fight for my rights

I'm glad we had that one night

Though I hope to see you again

Sometime soon my friend

Till then I've got to live on

But I'll always keep my dance 

Card open for you to step in

When you get a chance