From out her nape sweat trickles downward
While her heart begins to race up up up
She knows she smells sweet, perfumed and powdered
Grasping for dear life onto her wine cup
No one around sees her though they all stare
Their bearings are languid, like her's suffused
With anything at all to help impair
Memories of being smarted and bruised
Her hips move in step, her fingers caress
Locks of her that are sticking to her cheeks
Her silhouette bared by her mini dress
She's thinking of something and her eye leaks
With head tilted down, eyes on the ceiling
She's grasping at any abstruse feeling
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