She was undressed
Only her skin
Covered the body
Through the magazine
It was her prank
She liked wear seethrough clothes
She was a filly
When buttons met the buttonholes.
She was made of solid flesh
Poking fun at back numbers
Whose close were running to balls
When buttons met the buttonholes.
Without beating time
Without asking why
Without framing an answer
Without playacting
Without saying nothing
Without start or ending...
She was hired for life
And it was a good turn
When buttons met the buttonholes.
Buttons met the buttonholes
© Copyright: Ниандра, 2006
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