With hair like soot and lips as sweet as lime,
Fairer than the richest soil and a voice off key all the time.
She's just a miss of passion, a loss of time.
A heart like cheap fabric, fraying all the time.
Crooked teeth and tinted smiles.
Always too tired to even walk the mile.
Yet, Affectionate like a honeybee.
And a touch as soft as a walnut tree.
Eyes the color of a black abyss.
Better than that is that she's more photogenic than a slice of Swiss.
Then her scent as sweet as three dollars worth of detergent,
Shines over her banana-shape body each single moment.
To the naked eye she's wasted flesh
But to me, she's the kind of beauty that society should miss.
Yet, Affectionate like a honeybee.
And a touch as soft as a walnut tree.
Eyes the color of a black abyss.
Better than that is that she's more photogenic than a slice of Swiss.
Then her scent as sweet as three dollars worth of detergent,
Shines over her banana-shape body each single moment.
To the naked eye she's wasted flesh
But to me, she's the kind of beauty that society should miss.
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