She walks with grace
With a sweet smile on her face
She wears a mini skirt
His eyes are fixed on her
He feels hot even on that very cold weather
He begins to wipe the sweat on his forehead
Her smile must have caused all the heat
He just cannot think straight
He feels he is getting younger everyday
Every time he sees her walking his way
His friends begin to ask him of his secret
His simple answer, a pretty lady did such great thing to me
But maybe it is not her smile
That brings all the magic
It’s all in the mini skirt
That shows off her pretty legs
He just couldn’t believe it too
That his wish would come true
To finally meet a pretty lady
Who will bring him this kind of magic everyday
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