She had brown skin complexion from the Sun,
and a vibe that was second to none.
The breeze swept her face,
and my heart began to race.
To touch her now would put me in grace,
for I know she'll never be mine.
She's such a pretty little thing,
she makes me dance and sing.
So tall, so clean, so tender,
She's a No 1 contender.
She could steal my heart and then my mind,
for I'm the great pretender.
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