This one we wrote for, for her once here
Here where beats do beat quite clear
Where love can never be or spoken
Whose face we touched and once was stroking
We'd whirl around her night and day
Our breeze, on dress often too played
Circled each inch and curvature
Her smile we've kept within endures
Long legs we'd feel when she exposed
Herself to us, sitting she posed
A threat to those who thought they were
Bombshells more duds compared to her
Class act, runway model but not the kind
You'd find in Elle or Vogue her time
Was spent being the doll that turned
Our breeze all hers, my gusts would learn
Today little our are breezes
Missing the best of her who teases
Us the wind to come again
To fill a void, that knows no end
If I could be the wind once more
I'd howl her name we much adore
