International Women's Day

I see you marching in purple dresses Caress, caress, a lot of caresses, Cross all the obstacles Jump as a juvenile I read, understand and love your profile Shake the track on that are stones scattered Be the phenomenal women and don't be flattered They will try to off track you by praising your beauty But to reach the finishing line is your duty Run if a teenage girl walk if you are old Whatever your age may be you are gold Pick the stones and throw back on the scoundrels Arrive at the church; I am waiting for the victory bells.