You dressed in gym socks and tennis shoes So you could ride your bike to school Your starched white shirt tucked in a skirt revealed defiance While matching sweaters were the rule And while the other girls dressed up and went to dances You played mazurkas at home Your flaming spirit burned its passion on those ivory keys Storm but yet a breeze You were an artist . . . precious artist Now you're put away Locked up in a prison Now you're put away In a safely padded room Now you're put away They say that you went crazy But we're coming, coming for you You had your sights on the Olympics You looked to women who were strong Amidst the multitudes of fads and teenage idols You felt the pressure to belong But in the summer time, you joined the boys in baseball Girls were playing games that weren't your own With nimble grace how you would fly the field with mighty speed Always in the lead You were an athlete . . . graceful athlete You always passed me in silence I never reached for your hand Though someone told me that you liked to hear my music I never joined with you to stand Stand up and fight the myth condemning you with rumors Well, I never thought those things of you But now with time as my heart grows in love and gratitude I hope that the rumors were true Oh dear sweet woman . . . loving women