Ginger spice hair,
tight fitting Rupert pants .
Mesmerising hips,
held me lusting in a trance.
Trance laid asunder,
wait to make my move.
Saunter to your dance floor,
hit you with my groove.
Groove young skinny girl,
le début, la fin.
Everybody’s story
written on their skin.
Skin is beauty deep,
six feet down and terse.
Dance with me a rumba
before I book my hearse
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