She wants to be sweet like a doll,
At Friday nights she loses control,
Red dress by Valentino at her
She doesn’t want be good girl no more.
She walks alone down, down the streets,
She doesn’t care about misfits.
Everybody envy her,
As she tries on boots with fur.
Her eyes covered with sunglasses,
You risk not to catch her passes
She’s smiling wryly, oh, no!
If she's up to something that’ll be a show.
Never joke with this wild girl,
First she seems pretty, like a pearl
But in fact this is her play
So soon you'll give your pathetic pray
Avogod©
Oh, She!
© Copyright: Алиса Годованец, 2013
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