As she opened the window in search of comfort,
As she narrated her sad love theme;
And as she lectured about the injustice and inequality prevailing in the world,
When she brushed her teeth like a shoe-shine boy;
In all these she looked like an angry little girl in love.
She said that she does not love him anymore,
She said that she does not have nice clothes to wear;
She said that she was broke, she said that the 'other' is a real pain,
She said that she wanted a life buried in books;
In whatever she said, I could sense that she was just an-
Angry little girl in love.
Something is bitter, something is sweet in her,
Something is descent, something is salacious about her;
She is very likable, but sometimes very irking,
She is just so confusing, and I should not doubt the reason why;
For she is just an angry little girl in love.....with freedom.
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