Dressed to kill in her black mini-skirt
Red-wine lips, man, how she would flirt
That sexy girl, would turn my head
Eyes of green, that would knock you dead
The boys and I, we would all hang around
The local bar called, the Devil's playground
Those hot Summer nights, when we were young
All those hard rock anthems, we'd sung
That hot little number, would do her walk
Not to be showed up, I'd have to talk
as if, I would have, even had a chance
she wouldn't give me a second glance
We'd always get rowdy, and start a fight
It didn't matter, if we were wrong or right
The morning sun would find us drunk and dizzy
And neither one of us went home with thin Lizzy
A contest entry
- Strange kind of Woman by NurseChilly.
1750 points, ended April 9, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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I'm not a huge fan of end-line rhyme but this one works due to the song-like quality to it..
well done
many thanks for entering this contest
G.x
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A rock-a-billy anthem!
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