pretty girls

Pretty girls, pretty girls,
Hair flowing in the wind
Painted are their dainty hands
and perfumed are their skin

Pretty girls, pretty girls
With ruby lips, soft and red
With limbs so slender and waists so small
It's as if they never eat at all

But I am not a pretty girl
My hair is matted down with sweat
And rough are my hands from work
With plenty of cuts and bruises at that

No perfume for me
Save the stink of hard labour
And my body made thick
By toiling through the hours

No no I am not a pretty girl
But I am a girl nonetheless
And behind this calloused hands
Is a dreamer in a dress