She Wasn't Ever Lame
SHE WASN'T EVER LAME
O' those ever long legs, and those high heels
A skirt up to her butt, o' how this gal appeals
Curb crawlers scuff wheels, on the side walks
Nowt going down 'ere, other than dollar talks
A mind oblivious to what is being done on her
Years long on the game, she ain't no amateur
Dollars in the bank, she as saving on a dream
Down by the beach, coffee served with cream
Waist high waves, that wash away all her sins
Walks barefoot, as to new life for her it brings
She now rests at night, no more on the game
Gave up her looks, but, she wasn't ever lame
Indiana Shaw . . .
"Every, hard working gal deserves her day" . . . -_-
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2023
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