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THE LADY
The lady has grown men
Quaking in their sturdy shoe
Tantalising and sassy
With a charming smile to view
She's delicate though strong
Heady and impulsive
Some may say sweet
But certainly not intrusive
Elegant and chic
Stylishly young
Happy as a bird
When Spring has sprung
She goes out on the town
And heads she always turns
The power of her magnetism
So fiery it burns
Nought to ninety in seconds
Handles like a dream
Expensive leather interior
You know what I mean!
