Her Hips Be Square
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Taking time to unwind The show tunes Caried out on this Radio Mind.
She was so tuned to my soul. Hips moved, I could swear, her square flowed with perfect right angles Jaw dangled as she switched to her triangle.
Tried to hang low To keep up with her flow So trained, I would Calculate her every curve As straight. Down, Up, And then found I could love Past all and each mistake So clear her every fault Was just an alt- Ternative view On who it was That made it Us.