She's walking down the alley,
In the dark dark night,
She's walking down the narrow alley,
All alone at midnight,
There's just one sound: "Oh, she must be out of her mind!"
She's sitting at the backseats of the bus,
Surrounded by the furious youth,
Staring at her beauty and making a public fuss,
And though she doesn’t let a sound out of her mouth,
They all say: "Oh, she's out of her mind!"
She's running to catch the train,
And her sweat is running down her showing bosom,
the seniors stare with no constrain,
And the women frown and forget all their boredom,
And again they utter: "Oh, she must be out of her mind."
Whatever she does, whatever she is,
She'll always be out,
Out of her mind or out of society,
That’s not your question to answer or ask.
Her mind is hers to enter or leave,
And you can't judge them by using any sieve.
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