She’s the Belle of the Boulevard
Bougainvillea in her silky earth mane
Country songs on her lips nude
Oh she makes you want to turn, look again!
She’s the Belle of the Boulevard
Tumultuous ocean tides in her eyes deep
Ships-in-bottles travelling by postcard
Oh she makes you want to drown yet leap!
She’s the Belle of the Boulevard
Winds directed by her ruffling skirts
Chiming bells, cowrie shells hard
Oh she makes you want to swim in sherbets!
She’s the Belle of the Boulevard
Swirling in a field of butterflies
Bare feet on grass, dew her bard
Oh she makes you want to sketch in the skies!
She’s the Belle of the Boulevard
Story-spinning firefly in the dark
Night sky her playground, sans dockyard
Oh she makes you want to fly like a lark!
She’s the Belle of the Boulevard
Beware her yarn, she creates yet cuts
For a rose without thorns is a lying shard
Oh she makes you want to liberate your portraits!
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