>She Struts

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She Struts

Beautiful woman struts across the room,
Hair on point, earrings hanging.
Eyebrows on fleek,
Body bouncing, making men meek.

Confidence and guile, beauty undefined—
This woman… no, she’s something.
She leaves it all behind.

She struts and dances,
Makes men’s wills wilt.
She’s the kind of beauty that gives men guilt.

She knows she’s something special, that’s for sure.
When I look at her, my will turns weak.
I know I want her—yet I’m far too meek.

Yes, she struts, and I see her,
And there’s nothing i can do as she said Ado,