Some says, she's a small town gal
With big city ways
She like to eat caviar on Monday,
Oysters on Tuesday
Drink champagne on Wednesday with Sushi as she sway. She wears sparkles in the day. Yet dazzles as if it night.
She plays the tunes and dances on Thursday
and Friday too.
Each weekend She takes flight, as if it's her birthday and celebrate all Saturday and Sunday through the night
She's the kinda gal, some folks think is really alright. Her life is bright and colorful as confetti.
Yep that's tight!
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