Dorothy just wanted something that she could believe in,
A gray dustbowl girl in a life she was better off leavinā.
She made her escape, went from gray into green,
And she could have got clear, and she could have got clean,
But she chose to be good and go back to the gray Kansas sky
Where colorās a fable and freedomās a fairy tale lie.
Alice got lost, and I guess that we really canāt blame her;
They say she got tangled and tied in the lies that became her.
They say she went mad, and she never complained,
For thereās peace of a kind in a life unconstrained.
She gives Cheshire kisses, sheās easy with white rabbit smiles,
And sheāll never be free, but sheās won herself safe for a while.
Susan and Lucy were queens, and they ruled well and proudly.
They honored their land and their lord, rang the bells long and loudly.
They never once asked to return to their lives
To be children and chattel and mothers and wives,
But the land cast them out in a lesson that only one learned;
And one queen said āI am not a toyā, and she never returned.
Mandyās a pirate, and Mia weaves silk shrouds for faeries,
And Deborah will pour you red wine pressed from sweet poisoned berries.
Kate poses riddles and Mary plays tricks,
While Kaia builds towers from brambles and sticks,
And the rules that we live by are simple and clear:
Be wicked and lovely and donāt live in fear
Ā Ā Ā Ā Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Ā Ā Ā Ā Susan and Lucy, weāre calling your names,
Ā Ā Ā Ā All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
Ā Ā Ā Ā And chose to go back on the shelf.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
Ā Ā Ā Ā You have to break rules if you want to break free.
Ā Ā Ā Ā So do as you likeĀ ā weāre determined to be
Ā Ā Ā Ā Wicked girls saving ourselves.
For we will be wicked and we will be fair
And theyāll call us such names, and we really wonāt care,
So go, tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes,
Thereās a place they can go if theyāre tired of chains,
And our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost,
But weāll walk on them willingly, knowing the costĀ ā
We wonāt take our place on the shelves.
Itās better to fly and itās better to die
Say the wicked girls saving ourselves.
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