Dancing in the wind
Fuschia lips and swinging hips
They'll take you for a spin
Bare skin shimmers
Beautiful innocent sinners
Hair like waves
These girls make graves
High heels and painted toes
She's pretty and she knows
Come midnight anything goes
A wink and a smile
She exhales in style
Two Three Four days in a row
So soft and so fair
Best damn well prepare
For springtime is in the air
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