Red lips set in a constant smirk
Each identified by her little quirk
Hair held back by a red bandana
She'd be right at home in the Coppa Cabana
Black winged eyes watch you on the sly
She's got the skills to make grown men cry
Long legs any girl would want
Just seeing the image of her will forever haunt
Polka dot skirt built to twirl
She is what you call a pin up girl
