Step It Out

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Step It Out

“Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter,

Step it out, Mary, if you can”

Hum along to the merry old song, out of the fire

Into the pan.

Shadow of the man

Stand there, mind the plan

Searching for a blind man

Praying for a kind man

Anyone I can find, man

But what is a man?

What’s a man to the girl?

Take her for a whirl.

But she’s just a girl, just a very poor little girl

A pearl of a girl

So twirl, little girl

Be a good little girl,

Stand where you should, little girl,

So you would, little girl

But you’ve started to uncurl, little girl.

But what’s the difference between the little girl?

And the lady fine?

What’s the difference to those who resign,

To having perfection ripped from the vine?

And mashed up into poison wine?

Give me a sign!

Flashes on the hotline

Or squish your little clementine

Make her benign,

A burial in pine

And I struggle to fit in clothes that aren't mine as some small attempt to tow the bottom line

but when every bite passes from my lips straight down into my hips my feet don't want to make me eat or so defeat the voice,

The voice,

Always the voice,

Saying, clawing, fraying, gnawing

gnawing at the strings of my heart, ready to start, making new art

Good art

Fine art

Doesn't feel like mine art

Drowning but I'm fine art

Everything's sublime art

God, what's my line art

And so I swallow a pill so I can feel my fill and try to fix some of the things I've torn apart

But between the people up there and the pests in my hair and the call over there I can't catch a break

No I can't make a mistake

But I am a mistake

And you make what you are

And by far I know I'll be my own undoing

I'm pursuing

To be shooting

The gun that starts a revolution

Start proving

Myself wrong

But the throng

They sound the gong

That signals my demise

Try to rise

Try to incentivise the men who aren't wise

Who hypothesize and synthesize nothing but lies

To give up their quest for the prize

Because she won’t keep up her guise, she won’t give up her eyes,

She’ll be the one who dies,

She’ll be the one who cries,

That she won’t step it out

No she won’t go without

No she can’t stay the route

But she must come about

Come about, rise above,

Fly faster than the evening dove

But take care, little dove,

Be aware, little dove

It’s unfair, little dove,

But something’s in the air, little dove,

And it won’t do to ignore it.

So, “Step it out Mary, my fine daughter,

Step it out, Mary, if you can,

Step it out Mary, my fine daughter,”

Hum along, Mary, if you can.

“Step it out, step it out, step it out, step it out Mary,”

Oh, step it out, Mary,

Back in the fire,

Cause you scorched the pan.