"The Invisible Ma'am" [vonHummer]

You were the center of every room/ that you giggled /and wiggled/ and jiggled into,/ only natural to assume/ you’d always have it all,/ beck and call, /world by the balls…/

But 40 birthdays along or so,/ your mistake in that regard became apparent, /when your sexiness suddenly went /transparent/

Invisible Ma’am, /given no damn,/how are ya? Who are ya?Where are ya?, Invisible Ma’am,/They don’t kiss your hand/how are ya? Who are ya? Where are ya?/

See at the center of every room/young girls giggle/and wiggle/and jiggle like you/used to do when you were in bloom/they, too, can’t see you there,/unaware/of your bitter stare…/

40 or so birthdays have gone/—your milk and honey land has turned-mirage—/suddenly skin-deep beauty became/ camouflage/

Invisible Ma’am, /given no damn,/how are ya? Who are ya?Where are ya?, Invisible Ma’am,/They don’t kiss your hand/how are ya? Who are ya? Where are ya?/

Can you somehow seek substance? Make no deference? Refrain from vain nonsense? If you hope someday/ someone may see your way/hear what you say/It’s your only chance/back to visibility’s scam,/Invisible Ma’am…

Invisible Ma’am, /given no damn,/how are ya? Who are ya?Where are ya?, Invisible Ma’am,/They don’t kiss your hand/how are ya? Who are ya? Where are ya?

Invisible Ma’am,/wow them somehow now/if you can…/