Her style, her flare
That girl with the dark brown hair
She's smart and sweet
She makes me crumble at her feet
Her wish is my every command
I worship her, where ever she stands
She's an angel straight from heaven
Like hitting a jackpot, with a triple seven
She's that girl, with style and flare
She's that girl, with the dark brown hair.
C. Vergara
06.23.2011
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