She Wasn't Ever Lame

SHE WASN'T EVER LAME O' those ever long legs, and those high heels A skirt up to her butt, o' how this gal appeals Curb crawlers scuff wheels, on the side walks Nowt going down 'ere, other than dollar talks A mind oblivious to what is being done on her Years long on the game, she ain't no amateur Dollars in the bank, she as saving on a dream Down by the beach, coffee served with cream Waist high waves, that wash away all her sins Walks barefoot, as to new life for her it brings She now rests at night, no more on the game Gave up her looks, but, she wasn't ever lame Indiana Shaw . . . "Every, hard working gal deserves her day" . . . -_-