In Your Dreams

Ooh. Hey, yeah. Hey, yeah.

She's got a wiggle when she walks, a little smile when she talks.

There's a sway on her hips, a little shimmer on her lips. Her legs have

a sheen, not a hair to be seen. Her buns are taut

and she wears her skirts short. She's got pretty little feet with French-painted toes.

Where those legs end, God only knows. Her skin has a radiance

that sparkles and shines. All eyes follow her wherever she goes.

She's dainty and demure with a certain allure. But is she