I want a girl with a mind like a diamond. I want a girl who knows what's best. I want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes. I want a girl with the right allocations, who is fast and thorough and sharp as a tack, she is playing with her jewelry, she is putting up her hair, she is touring the facility and picking up slack. I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket.
I want a girl who gets up early. I want a girl who stays up late. I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity. Who uses a machete to cut through red tape. With fingernails that shine like justice and a voice that is dark like tinted glass. She is fast, thorough and sharp as a tack, she is touring the facility and picking up slack. I want a girl with a short skirt and a long, long jacket.
I want a girl with smooth liquidation. I want a girl with good dividends. At Citi Bank we will meet accidently, we will start to talk when she borrows my pen. She wants a car with a cup holder armrest. She wants a car that will get her there. She is changing her name from Kitty to Karen. She is trading her MG for a white, Chrysler LeBaron. I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket.
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
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