She Gets Lunch In the City
T he Pavement
Pounds my Feet
Like Jabs from Cassius Clay and
My Head Turns on a
Swivel like Linda Blair
Getting Her Rug Munched. Black Suit?
'Where you at bitch? '
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
These mean streets are
HELL on a
Hot Chick like me. I Walk Across
one of those Sidewalk Blowing
Things and my Skirt Blows Up like
Marilyn Monroe's did......
and I stand there
smiling and I Pass Gas......
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