Out of the fire like Catholic saints
Comes Scarlett and her deep complaint
Mimicking tenderness she sees
In sentimental movies
A celluloid rider comes to town
Cinematic lovers sway
Plantations and sweeping ballroom gowns
Take her breath away Chasing the ghosts of Gable and Flynn
Out in the wind in crinolines
Magnolias hopeful in her auburn hair
Through standShe likes to have things her way She comes from a school of southern charm
Would soon be made to pay
Any man in the world holding out his arm
Friends have told her not so proud
Lovers in anger "Block of Ice"
Neighbors trying to sleep and yelling "not so loud"
Harder and harder just to be nice
Given in the night to dark dreams
>From the dark things she feels
She covers her eyes in the XRunning from the reels 'Cause it is not easy to be brave
Beauty and madness to be praised
To carry the weight of all that greed
To walk around in so much need
With her impossibly gentle hands
Dressed in stolen clothes she stands
Cast iron and frail
And her blood
Out of the fire and still smoldering
She says "A woman must have everything"
Shades of Scarlett Conquering
She says "A woman must have everything.
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