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Created on: April 14, 2008
She going to be drop dead gorgeous
and she's going up town
She's going to find a man
If there is a man to be found.
A red head from a bottle
wearing perfume that smelled cheap
You could hear her coming
spike heels adorned her feet.
Her dress was black and fit like a glove.
She was bejeweled and bedazzled
and she was looking for love.
She was single and a bit older
than most of the women out there.
But she knew what she had
and what she could spare.
Do not sit in judgment of her wants
before you know the truth.
Her man is the one armed bandit
This old babe is a gambling sleuth.
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