She danced her way through law school
She played there
Stayed there
Times were getting late there
A sudden loss of rhythym once
The cap and gown were tossed
And as it seemed this girl she was no longer lost
Or driven
By the laws that she had learned
And those things too easily earned
All the tests she had to burn
Too much to add in her summation.
Subtracted both her occupations
Nothing left to earn
Put the crowd in the drawer.
Made a paper aeroplane from her diploma
And booked herself a window seat to Roma.
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