She glides down the street,
Heels clacking on pavement.
Attitude drawn into pouty lips.
The people move, to clear her way.
She pounds the pavement beneath her,
It is beneath her.
Crimson lips and piercing hazels,
She doesn't care what you have.
She ignores the whistles and hoots.
She doesn't care.
She acts uptown in downtown.
She continues her fiery walk, strut and all to work.
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