She sang the most beautiful songs out there, oh how that silken voice ran
Each way you turned, there they would stand, like complete and utter putty in her hands, even a married man or two who couldn’t help but yearn
Her voice may have earned her her stripes, but that body, that face, do anything and it was going to place a cherry atop the already glamorous cake, furthermore entice, while causing those dusty old floorboards of the 60’s disco to quake
This upset a few of the girls, unable to woo their men right back into line with over the top, some even fatal whirls

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