I was a rebel;
attracted trouble;
the girl they labelled 'bad'.
You was a lad
easily led,
no good would come of us, they said.
Ten years later,
what does it matter,
I was now blonde and a little fatter.
You was in debt
and risked losing your home.
I was the bitch that foreclosed on your loan.
Dressed in my suit,
making you sweat,
I did my job with no hint of regret.
Women change,
men seldom do,
I find this strange, but true.