Clandestine liaisons
Forbidden little trysts
She dons her reddest lipstick
Perfumes her dainty wrists.
She steps down risers slowly,
Her hips a sultry slink.
Hands playful on the railing,
She winks a sly li'l wink.
Her red hair soft and flowing
And a neckline to her thighs
Her legs up to her shoulders
She leaves a trail of sighs.
It is her sex she's selling
But you won't get her 'tween the sheets
Your name she won't be yelling
You can't buy her on the streets
Her wardrobe ain't no promise
Her flirting's just a habit.
You can't have her for your own.
She's in love with a rabbit
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