Smiling At Strangers.

I'm the kinda girl you see,
Walking in the street,
She's got her head down,
And she's dragging her feet.

Nowhere she needs to be,
She has nowhere to go,
If she trips she'll giggle,
And mumble to the floor.

Some will shake their heads,
Other people may stare,
They should know not to bother,
'Cause she really deosn't care.

When nothing is alright,
Well, what can you do?
She'll only shrug and sigh,
Then smile when she sees you.