My Beige Silk Secret, Duck Parade

(Verse 1) The bell just screamed, the day is done Another Friday victory won Walking home beneath the sun Thinking ‘bout the week I’ve overcome The autumn leaves begin to swirl A biting wind starts to unfurl I clutch my books, a precious stack And feel a sudden gust attack (Pre-Chorus) A sudden lift, a whispered pull The world around me grows so dull A cold breeze dances up my thigh I gasp and let out a small cry My hands are full, I can’t react There is no stopping this one fact… (Chorus) My pleated skirt, it took to flight A navy-blue and hopeless kite And left me standing on the street In nothing from the waist down but the heat Of a thousand eyes, a burning shame Everyone now knows my name And my silk beige panties, plain as day With little ducks, all waddling away (Verse 2) A car slows down, I hear a laugh It’s Jake from my math photograph His stupid friends all point and stare I’m frozen solid, standing there I want to sink right through the concrete Disappear, admit defeat My face is hotter than the sun This isn’t fun, this isn’t fun (Pre-Chorus) I drop my books, my pages fly A matching chaos, mine and I I make a grab for swirling blue But the wind just laughs and blows it to… (Chorus) My pleated skirt, it took to flight A navy-blue and hopeless kite And left me standing on the street In nothing from the waist down but the heat Of a thousand eyes, a burning shame Everyone now knows my name And my silk beige panties, plain as day With little ducks, all waddling away (Bridge) Why did I wear them? Mom’s silly gift Thought they were hidden, thought they’d just lift My own dumb spirits, not my skirt And now my confidence is hurt But in the chaos, a thought takes hold A story that’ll be told and told Might as well own it, stand up tall It was an accident, after all (Verse 3) So yeah, the wind blew my skirt high For all the world to see my… style My beige silk secret, duck parade The most embarrassing charade But if they’re talking ‘bout the ducks today Then they’ll forget it by next Monday… …I hope. (Guess I’m taking the bus home.) (laughs) (Pre-Chorus) I drop my books, my pages fly A matching chaos, mine and I I make a grab for swirling blue But the wind just laughs and blows it to… (Chorus) My pleated skirt, it took to flight A navy-blue and hopeless kite And left me standing on the street In nothing from the waist down but the heat Of a thousand eyes, a burning shame Everyone now knows my name And my silk beige panties, plain as day With little ducks, all waddling away My pleated skirt, it took to flight A navy-blue and hopeless kite And left me standing on the street In nothing from the waist down but the heat Of a thousand eyes, a burning shame Everyone now knows my name And my silk beige panties, plain as day With little ducks, all waddling away