You´re an old gal now, put away your red knickers,
Hide your stilettos, you´re no longer an ass
kicker,
Your lips no longer need paint, in harlot sexy
red,
No young stud you´ll need, to be taking to your
bed.
You´re an old gal now, sans cleavage & round
rosy butt,
No need now, in short skirts, to primp &
sassily strut,
No dangling of shining bling & those come-hither
eyes,
No more one night stands & long drawn out
goodbyes.
You´re an old gal now, of warm slippers &
hearthside fires,
Long gone are the flames, of hot passions &
ardent desires,
But not for me, your simpering & sympathetic
beatitudes,
Beware, this gal may be old, but still with
hell of an attitude.
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