I Don'T Even Know Her Name

red is the colour of her hair an unnatural red taken from a bottle and red is the colour of her flair where men stare and she graciously models her red is such a lovely thing it has a ring and even sings her red has it's own style unseen for miles not on the dial beneath the hair a stern beautiful face she's of her race and carries a polished grace some women look better with their glare forget the smile that appears just once in a while she stays just mostly to herself guarding her wealth her reverential status and though she is fixed with this aberration her sophistication i give my admiration