Pearl In Sand of Marbles By Weston Gregory

Pearl in sand of marble by Weston Gregory Its her eyes, its her smile, she's a wonderful girl all the while. There's no doubt where ever she goes every man wants a bly; One set waits on the corner and whistle when she's passing by one's bold and step up to her to tell her hi. She smiles, glints her eyes and tell them bye bye, good nature'ly telling them please don't try. Where ever she goes she stands out, walking, talking, standing, she's a classy lady that's why She's a pearl in sand of marbles she's the season, modestly showing she's stable' An essence of fragrant petal, her charm is no fable.