An Orange Hairpiece


She looks real good, she struts around, she shows
Her orange hairpiece with a fiery flame.
My eyes cannot but linger on her nose.

Regardless, I must love her I suppose.
I must go take the love right from her name,
‘Cause man, she looks real good, she struts, she shows.

She walks and talks with fire; she wears those clothes.
I should just make her my beloved dame,
But I cannot but linger on her nose.

I asked my mate for help, he said don’t throw
This chance away! She’s gorgeous, he explains.
She looks real good, she struts around, she shows.

She hugs me tight, eyes wide. I fin’lly know.
I lean to kiss right back, but what a shame,
My eyes cannot but linger on her nose.

And like an orange hairpiece, love outflows
And kills—but why be such a crazy game?
She looks real good, she struts around, she shows.
My eyes cannot but linger on her nose.

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