Cross all the obstacles Jump as a juvenile
I read, understand and love your profile
Shake the track on that are stones scattered
Be the phenomenal women and don’t be flattered
They will try to off track you by praising your beauty
But to reach the finishing line is your duty
Run if a teenage girl walk if you are old
Whatever your age may be you are gold
Pick the stones and throw back on the scoundrels
Arrive at the church; I am waiting for the victory bells.