She was swift to pass by,
Like a cloud in the sky,
The audience were in her eyes,
And I could not say bye bye,
Lo! Look at the way she moves,
Making everything in her way snooze,
I tried chasing after her blues,
But I know that my actions are not true.
She is pretty and knows how to look it,
She has hips and knows how to move it,
hypnotising fingers as she waves them,
I know deep down that I might kiss them.
Lo! She is pretty!
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