Her lips are painted Cheeks are tainted Cherry red Cloaked in leopard, high heels clacking The men whistle, Whisper to each other, mira, mira She's alluring on the streets
At night she comes home To her fish and fake Mondrian In between blue sheets She sleeps alone
Lovely on the streets when the sun is shining bright Lonely in her bed in the middle of the night
Cherry Red by Geneviève Pardoe Macchiarella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.