She had an air about her
Bold and proper she was
Flawless in her fashion
Or anything she does
This high heeled, dark eyed beauty
Not one hair out of place
A sexy smile, a wanton style
Yet, full of charm and grace
Her walk can be disarming
Deceiving is her way
Her nylon legs stir much ado
She knows, but would not say
A figure men would lust for
Proud breasts so soft and full
She is last of the classy ladies
But, she is no ones fool