The Illusionist

A woman walks down the street
She looks killer in those heels
Heads turn and eyes burn
Just to catch another glimpse

What do people see when they look at me?

Am I someone that they fear, or who they wish to be?
What do people see when they look at me?
Am I strong, am I weak, or something in between?

Short skirt or black jeans, it doesn’t matter

Motorcycle jacket slung over her shoulder
Drives a Mustang with the top down
Her hair loose in the wind

What do people see when they look at me?

Am I someone that they fear, or who they wish to be?
What do people see when they look at me?
Am I strong, am I weak, or something in between?

Sunglasses on her face, her eyes mysterious

Red lips and nails, no glitter anywhere
Stalks the streets so untouchable
No problem gettin’ a cab

What do people see when they look at me?

Am I someone that they fear, or who they wish to be?
What do people see when they look at me?
Am I strong, am I weak, or something in between?

Am I burned out already?

Can’t seem to move my feet.
Want to push until I shatter,
To soar until I crash down.

But what do people see when they look at me?

Am I someone that they fear, or who they wish to be?
And what do people see when they look at me,
Is she strong, or weak, or something in between?