I don't need no curls to curl my hair
they curl in shame when you are there
I don't need no blush to pink
My cheeks just seem to glow within
There is an animal gait to my stride
With you right by my side
A melody ensues from my lips
When you first touch my hips
A fluttering of birds within
My chest is a drum of loud rhythms
The mind is a hazy blur
When towards you I twirl
A mad rush in my soul
Oh I am just being a silly girl
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