In lawyer's office
With her hat, wide brim, straw and black
She is so well-dressed, rose blouse, short skirt
She, sure has a good taste
She's candle in the dark, for the moths
Far away in distance, she stands and attracts
In her hand black leather, flowery bag
Disaster she becomes on approach
She's wrinkled, reddened lips, quite old
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