The Girl

The Girl

The simple girl

From the corner

Baggie pants

No makeup

Tight hair

The Girl

No body pay attention

She was mysterious

She came the same school

She never talk to anybody

She was quiet

Self reserve

Never spoke a single word

The Girl

Nobody pay attention too

Because she was always with the same

Baggie clothes

The Girl

Turnout to be spectacular gorgeous

The time came to be fully developed

She turn eyes around

Hearts melting

Just with her presence

Any dress she put on

Was a knockout

Head spinning around

When in the disco

Douing break dance

She stops everything

I remember one day she was with a short tight

White dress

Breaking the music

All of us surrounding her

Just to see

The Girl

Carrying the bit to her own move

Jaws dropped

Eyes clicking to her only

The Girl turnout to be one of the best

Girl

To this date

In Performance

In the real World

It was a pleasure to see her

All the time

Now she is untouchable

By any of us

Good luck to

The Girl

The Girl

The Girl

Has the move of a Goddess

Every flower that is beautiful

With time come to be a regular

Another in a bunch in the group

Every ugly rose

Turn out to become a beautiful

Piece of art