This is a little story bout a woman slightly rough
Not really very girlie and she thinks she’s kinda tough
Tattoos abound her body, arms and back and on her breast
It makes her look quite scruffy. It’s really not the best

But deep inside I know her as a girl of quite some worth
A brain that’s sharp, enormous heat and quite the mother earth
She really is a puzzle where the pieces don’t quite fit
I don’t know what to make of her. She worries me a bit

I feel as though she’s lost her way, no path for her to find
She needs a man with strength of heart to settle worried mind

'Who’ll care for her' I ask myself, who’ll take her under wing
She really is quite worrisome that scruffy little thing