LONG BLONDE HAIR AND EYES OF BLUE

The doctor had said she looked tired today

the tests had shown, it wouldn’t go away

her looks might go, her living could too

how would she cope, what could she do

she was late arriving for the photo shoot

in her tight blue jeans and high heel boots

the make up artist did her thing

and soon she was ready for anything.
 

She looked so good as the flash gun fired

with her make up on, she no longer looked tired

the photographer told her what to do

with her long blonde hair and eyes of blue

she knew how to seduce the camera lens

each exposure was her latest friend

it was clear to see she photographed well

even though she just felt like hell.
 

She knew how to grace a magazine cover

knowing how to look, more than any other

often she would be, the centrefold

in a magazine, that was never under sold

she still always had that look in her eye

even when she wanted, to just sit down and cry

Something had to give, something had to change

it was clear to see, things couldn’t stay the same.
 

But that was then and this is now

there’s always a way to survive somehow

gone are the looks that brought her fame

but she earns her living, just the same

now she works as a photographer herself

taking pictures for the magazine shelves

and she knows what to tell the girls to do

with their long blonde hair and eyes of blue.