Beauty
Beautiful woamn with her hair so long
Swaying those hips like a goddess reborn
who moves you what makes you, is this all a facade
Like those riding breast of yours that make a man gaze
In amaze of this quote on quote "Beautiful Girl"
Beautiful woman is mixed of Brazil
Has the looks to sway a man in only a way his wife should
Is it just her eyes that hide the sorrow of an unidentified indentity that hides
That should reside but is repressed by the negativity that the world is prized
So lost so blind... Amazing is the grace that is replaced with a face to plead ths case
Beautiful woman shouldn't act so shy
Since she's opened her legs to everyman in town
So profound is her mind
As her thoughts wish to hope that a man would finally take note
Of "Who am I" and "Where do i Come From"
The questions that slowly seep from the sorrowful soul that too eagerly is turned cold
Played on the man's court is the case of theblinded face
These Asian acrylic nails, braided weaves that tease the face that is caked with his products we use to hide our roots
So easily surpressed is our charcter, so demised our soul
As we continue our role as actors and actresses in this play we call LIFE
Wondering eyes with bewilderment circulate as this Brazilian Goddess walks the streets
With each stride timid woman boldly stare
As men that wish to conquer give a sideways glance.
Swaying those hips like a goddess reborn
who moves you what makes you, is this all a facade
Like those riding breast of yours that make a man gaze
In amaze of this quote on quote "Beautiful Girl"
Beautiful woman is mixed of Brazil
Has the looks to sway a man in only a way his wife should
Is it just her eyes that hide the sorrow of an unidentified indentity that hides
That should reside but is repressed by the negativity that the world is prized
So lost so blind... Amazing is the grace that is replaced with a face to plead ths case
Beautiful woman shouldn't act so shy
Since she's opened her legs to everyman in town
So profound is her mind
As her thoughts wish to hope that a man would finally take note
Of "Who am I" and "Where do i Come From"
The questions that slowly seep from the sorrowful soul that too eagerly is turned cold
Played on the man's court is the case of theblinded face
These Asian acrylic nails, braided weaves that tease the face that is caked with his products we use to hide our roots
So easily surpressed is our charcter, so demised our soul
As we continue our role as actors and actresses in this play we call LIFE
Wondering eyes with bewilderment circulate as this Brazilian Goddess walks the streets
With each stride timid woman boldly stare
As men that wish to conquer give a sideways glance.
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