The world continued to be her oyster
Companies endlessly wanted her beauty
Never dreamed of this when a youngster
Now she is never off duty
But where can she build a home
Five-star hotels are still hotels
Desperate to cease, having to roam
Feeling all rooms are cells
Is companionship an answer
Who will love her for her?
Would she even consider a dancer?
So tired of life being a blur
Texas called, no idea why
Would it welcome back trailer trash
But recalling the endless Texas sky
Would returning home be brash.