Imagine Ginger Grant as a young girl, or a new starlet . . . or a woman in love

Soft red hair, bouncing

Down the stairs and out to play

"Ginger, close the door"

So Vulnerable

Wants to be the girl next door

But she just isn't

Stars, glamour, glitter

Cameras flashing, shield your eyes

Life in the limelight

Annoying, silly

Just like a little brother

I'd never trade him

Kiss me, Professor

Won't you please put the book down?

Hold me, I need you