I got this fine girl in front of me
in that round white dress
the way she walks around
movin her hips
i cant do nothin not even talk
i just stood there like a statue as she walked
She was perfect from head to toe
from her juicy lips down to her beautiful hip
the way she walked, demanding attention
i couldn't help but feel some connection
i looked away and then she was gone
was she real or was i wrong
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