pretty one

she goes out for smoke breaks
every half hour
with her dark red lip stick
her smile is never sour

i can only imagine
when she exhales
time stops for a moment
it's just one of her many details

her skins is soft and pale
like a brand new ghost
but she likes her men
quite richer then most

if i shot her a glance
she'd flash her perfect smile
my heart would accelerate
faster and faster, mile after mile

but girls like her
they have other suitors
i'm ill equipped in love
she needs a sharpshooter

so day by day
i'll keep her in my mind
but night by night
it's getting hard to find
another pretty one


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