She's a classy lady,
Wrapped within the scent of
Her own perfume:
Vanilla,
Cool skin,
And warm regret.
The man,
In his musky suit,
And unshined shoes,
Has turned from her –
As she turned from him.
If only he hadn't smelled
So much like home.
She's a classy lady,
Wrapped within the scent of
Her own perfume:
Vanilla,
Cool skin,
And warm regret.
The man,
In his musky suit,
And unshined shoes,
Has turned from her –
As she turned from him.
If only he hadn't smelled
So much like home.
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