I may not have the perfect waist size or have the perfect breast
But there is allure in all the curves and the shadows of my chest
Darker secrets inside this mind that I might rather not confess...

That makes me more than a girl.
Less than a woman?

The graceful lines of my fingers may reach into carelessly swept hair
Still young enough to posses the glowing tints in my skin while bare
Mature enough to know the shading, but still too nieve to compair

That makes me more than a girl?
Less than a woman.

To know the difference in what's good and evil and take what's in between
The appearance of these eyes yet older, too young for what they've seen
So forcefully thrust into what is and isn't, then told to come clean...

That makes me more than a girl?
Less than a woman?

Walking twoards my future calmly knowing I carry myself with pride
Confidante and reassured I know who I am and what I posses inside
Just hoping this world and all it holds will be ready when we collide

That makes me more than a girl.
Less than a woman.
A lady...

Dunno where this came from or why it came out... I think it was because some one did something that made me question a few things about my self. I was called a woman, and I some times disagree with that, I majority of the time disagree with girl... but I always always feel like a lady