There are girls who bare their souls
Like actresses
There are girls who bear their souls
Like saints
There are girls who bare their souls
Like mattresses
There are girls who bear their souls
Like paint

Who am i? Which one are you?
Sorry I must fly
I heard there’s something new
Over there

There are girls who bare their souls
To Jesus
There are girls who bear their souls
Like plastic lips
There are girls who bare their souls
Like the seasons
There are girls who bear their souls
Like sailing ships

There are girls who bare their souls
Like writers
There are girls who bear their souls
Like clues
There are girls who bear their souls
Like handbags
What I need to know is
Which one re you