Peek of Glory

I can see you,
Standing over there
Watching me walk by
It's hard to miss
Your jaw dropped down
A tent sprung in your pants
I cannot blame you
I'm dressed to kill
I need no vindication
Yet there you are
Drooling on the ground
Increasing my satisfaction
I bend down
And fix my shoe
Working it like a boss
When I stand up,
I send a smile
And give my hair a toss
It's plain to see
You got a peek
Of my glory as I bent down
I meet your eyes
Give a wink
And set forth on the town.