Falling, bending
Mouth opening
Gutters filling
There is beauty in the air
Fresh breath
Lovely hair
Straight figure
And no pot tummy
Killing wide smile
Beautiful look
Your beauty in the street
The guys going wild
Your smile in the sun
The men passing out
Twisting and turning
Chiefs peep from the car
This astonishing beauty
Has invoked in the street
A killing love.
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