Curly Brown Hair Girl
There she was
Cute as can be
Laughter in her eyes
A smile on her face
As full of joy
As she could be
Snow white as her gee
Dark brown was her belt
And blacks would quake
Then she was about
With her to fight
Would make a man flee
Cold was her demeanor
Quick was her moves
Ruthless her style
Who would have thought
How could it be
This cute little girl
Made grown men flee
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