My Lady And Her Crime


As the wind blew by,
I felt her passing by,
I could smell the fragrance
That she melted in her body.
I followed her down the streets,
As the fragrance made me
Walk through the deadliest of streets, wildest of wilds and a hell lotta stuff.
I could see her hair swaying,
And she was slowly waddling,
As the wind was cold.
I called her with a loud voice,
But I ain't got any answers,
As she didn't know me.
But she kept on staring at me,
For a long time,
And then I found out,
That she was the lady who committed the crime.
The crime??!
Yes.
She stole my heart.

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