I'm that girl.
The one that still prefers to be called "girl"
Although clearly it would be totally appropriate
To address me as ma'am

I'm still holding on to the past
With my dyed hair
And my funky jewelry
And the bright clothes

I still want to be 
That Girl
Who drinks beer on patios
And rides with the top down
And Guns-n-Roses blaring

I want to be noticed
And appreciated
As ME.

I am That Girl
Who still can't do sums in her head
And doesn't hesitate to order dessert 
And happily abandons responsibilites in favor of a good book

I'm the girl who will exercise by throwing a ball for her dog
Or swimming in the lake
Or meandering up the mountain just to eat a bag of Chex Mix at a waterfall

I don't want to hurry 
I want to LOOK
And SEE
And DO
All the things I'm not supposed to have time for

I'm That Girl
Who doesn't like crowds
Who would rather stay home
And eat Chinese on china plates
In front of the TV
Than some fine dining establishment where you feel obligated to tip 30% 
Even though service was less than mediocre
And your baked potato was cold
And your salad was warm

I'm That Girl
Who cries at the National Anthem
Who believes in working for what you get
Who wants to know how you feel about LIFE

I'm That Girl behind the keys
Behind the words
Behind the times