She had golden locks of hair
Let it fall where it didn't matter
Another dress to wear
Always covered by a sweater
Cold as ice and in her eyes
you could see she wasn't there
Her smile was infectious
But she didn't have a care
Her words stood out among us
though she spoke when it was noisy
Drowning in her sound I hated love
Cause there was plenty
She gently swayed, her hips conveyed
I couldn't keep up with her motions
She's a magnet for my attention
Though I push her like a novice
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