Blonde Moment

My neighbors were packing
and getting prepared,
as I looked out my window
I began to feel scared.

Where were they going
in such a big hurry?
a big van in their yard
had me in a worry.

I began to pack stuff
and I did it fast,
in the panic of the moment
I wasn't going to be last.

I brushed my blonde hair
and went with the flow,
a lot of times I don't know
which way I should go.

I copy another's ways
to get myself through,
I am alone in my place,
I don't know what to do.

I'm not the smartest blonde
in the neighborhood store,
people don't understand
and sometimes they ignore.

I hurried really fast
to get myself prepared,
I thought what might happen
and that had me scared.

I hurried next door
but it was too late,
they had gone and left me
to determine my own fate.

Another neighbor saw me
sitting out in the street,
I looked very nervous,
with worry I was beat.

He told me the truth
about the van outside,
he said they were moving
and I sat there and cried.

I had thought conspiracy
or something else wrong,
with them in their van
I did not belong.

I felt pretty dumb
and didn't know what to say,
in the ways of a blonde
have a great day.