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Her Secret Weapon
What is her secret weapon when it comes to men?
Is it her big brown eyes?
Is it her intoxicating perfumed scent?
She had a smell everywhere she went
What is her secret weapon when it comes to men?
Is it her soft skin,
Wanting to be touched?
Or is it that smile that twinged of sin?
What is her secret weapon when it comes to men?
Could it be her buxom breasts?
To many, they were very picturesque
But hers, hers were meant to tease and torment
What is her secret weapon?
Is it the lipstick she puts on?
Could it be those wide hips in her jeans
Sometimes showing her thong?
What is her secret weapon?
Well, I’ll tell you
What if I told you it’s one organ?
Her brain.
Is it her big brown eyes?
Is it her intoxicating perfumed scent?
She had a smell everywhere she went
What is her secret weapon when it comes to men?
Is it her soft skin,
Wanting to be touched?
Or is it that smile that twinged of sin?
What is her secret weapon when it comes to men?
Could it be her buxom breasts?
To many, they were very picturesque
But hers, hers were meant to tease and torment
What is her secret weapon?
Is it the lipstick she puts on?
Could it be those wide hips in her jeans
Sometimes showing her thong?
What is her secret weapon?
Well, I’ll tell you
What if I told you it’s one organ?
Her brain.
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