Brooke
Brooke rocks the stage and hits the white rook
No joke, no blunder. She screams thunder
Brooke hits the eye with her gleaming look
No wonder other blokes watch and choke.
Brooke rocks the stage and hits the white rook
Closing the gate as she does a checkmate
Brooke hits every chances I went and took
Yet she’ll leave you a message of faith.
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