Miss Wonderland

must tell me where you go
through the rabbits hole?
up and down the twisting roads
laden with gold
see me behind you?
im gasping for air
and you just stare
my friend
im running
clocks are ticking
and the country banjo plays
in my ears something
foreign and strange
you look deranged
in your white dress
a little dirty
what were you doing down cranberry lane
there is no fun and games
sit up and straight up.
what do you want?
your not good enough
look up in a hurry
tick tock
the mice have already scurried
and your 21 dont be dumb.
red lips thick put on a good smile
your okay keep going
but the room is spinning.
my friend its the life
we are living.
dont you want a piece?
eat and stay in wonderland
grab my hand keep going
there's much more in store
you must keep
showing off your
clean dress
wait
hide hide the rebels are on the
other side
you know they sit in the spring air above ground
and sing songs to someone whose not around
its really awful and filthy
come come no time to lose
can i choose?
no
no bind your hands pale
girl wonderland
tick tock
you have a show at 8
grab the cake
and icing too
dont forget your silver shoes
that lace up to the top of the knee
but i -
dont be silly
we all live in gold streets
hold on tight  be poised we will have
wonders tonight
the tunnel  spins round we run upside down
cake in hand careful dont, mess it up
or youll be band
bad awkward brand
from wonderland
here take a glass
of strawberry wine
youll need it every time
nothing like perfect wine
spray your curls you look drab
hurry hurry dont look so mad.
my shoes they are-
 no time tick tock
my shoes are dirty i say.
and you stop
and the spinning drops
the cake falls the mice collide
and im caught in your jealous eye.
no no!
again? you ask
sweat dripping off your melting mask.
you scream
covered in cream
the clocks on the wall they shine and
begin to crack and fall
you do not fit!
tick tock
you want to go straight up to the tree tops then?
the banjos stop.
go up where the rebels smile with no
fear?
you scream, you scream
and i run from you
Miss Wonderland
i run and run till the sun catches my hair
and until
my silver shoes unravel
and my wrinkled dress is
is mine.