She walks with her googles
on
She is out there to have
some fun
She moves so gently that the
time feels slow
Her laughs make the whole
street glow
With the perfect walk
With the perfect grace &
With the perfect dress
She is riding on the streets
of
chitawan *2
She enters into the bar
She births a war in that bar
She turns the guys into the
beast
Hemingway would have called
her
a moveable feast!
With the perfect touch
With the perfect style
With the perfect ann-daaz
She is back on the streets
of chitawan *2
She takes her cell &
checks her message
The breeze draws her hair
Does she care?
With the striking charm
With the bursting beauty
With the killing smile
She is roaming in the
streets of chi chi chitwan
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