The Girl Called "Hannah"

She strikes a pose,

and points her painted toes,

the music stops and starts,
She's got it down to an art,

a song that she never sung,
 but has known all along,

the one in her perfect heart,

It doesn't seem to part,

from her lips moving in the same way,

as the pop artist who sings on TV for pay,

this girl I write of is the real Hannah,
but her last name isn't Montana,

or Cyrus at all,

she's the one who will never fall,

the one who inspires me so,

is the one in the show.