She wraps herself stealthily in her loin
She has to go out to get the coin
She walks slowly and skillfully to the point
After enlightening her mind with a joint
Being there at that time was a prime
‘Cos for her to catch, she needs to be on time
She spins around and makes her rear gyrate
She knows her game and so can easily pirate
And when you look keenly you know she is a dummy
Laugh out loud, she is really crummy
And when she takes her prey sky high
Then you know the coins will fly
And the poor significant other will die of hatred
When she thinks she is hated
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