She dances when she walks
She has rhythm in her bones
She wears a button-up vintage
Under the sweater she owns
Sleeves rolled up
Collar undone
Looks of lazy sensual
And lips to suck on
She keeps a pacifying tone
She's content with being alone
The curve of her nose
Her freckles and moles
Have an affect on the feelings men hold
Sleeves rolled up
Collar undone
Looks of lazy sensual
And lips to suck on