Vatsal
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« on: December 24, 2005, 04:36:42 AM » |
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She Haunts
She whisks pasts me like an angel In her silvery shiny apparel. Her mystic sweet smile beckons me But the moment I reach she'll flee.
Ho! She haunts! She haunts! She haunts! I wish I knew what she wants.
With a pretty face and features She hints at me with gestures. When I move near her to talk She bolts away with a quick walk.
Ho! She haunts! She haunts! She haunts! I wish I knew what she wants.
Across room, she casts her glance Her looks pierce like a lance. As I search, for a mere touch I only see her moving coach.
Ho! She haunts! She haunts! She haunts! I wish I knew what she wants.
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