Small Town Girl Poem by Linda Hepner

Small town girl,
I’m a daddy’s girl a small town girl,
Where the streets are quiet
And the boys don’t riot
And on Saturday night
We bundle in the pick-up
And we drive drive drive
Feeling alive,
Me and my girlfriends
To the small town mall
Where we roam and lick
Our ice cream cones
And we get such a kick
When the boys’ cojones
Gets them moving with a swagger
Every sheath contains a dagger
And they move in packs
And we move in flocks
In our jeans and halter tops
We are small town girls
And then we make a ruckus
Up and down the elevator
In my tight pink sweater
Yelling and laughing
Teasing and gaffing,
Oh those small town boys!

City boy,
He’s a new one he’s a city boy,
Where the streets are hummin’
And the guys keep comin’
And on Saturday night
He gasses up his Chevrolet
Without an hour’s delay
Him and his brothers
With their hair like peacock feathers
To the city lights
To watch some fights
And the guys are taller
But the malls are smaller
So he drives down here
For a smoke and a beer,
Hangs out in the mall
With his eyes on every girl
And he’ll see me next
Riding the elevator
In my tight pink sweater
And with no pretext
He’ll start a conversation
It’ll be a revelation
That he likes me, he likes me
He likes the
Small town girl
And we’ll hang out till the lights go out
And he’ll drive me home
In his Chevrolet
But first we drive around
And we cruise around the town
Down Main Street,
Into the lot where we smoke… a lot
And he kisses me hard
Hard hard hard
On the passenger seat
But I say
I’m a small town girl
I’m a daddy’s girl
I’m a small town girl
I’m a small town girl……

LRH
12.22.05
Thanks, Billy Joel!