With golden locks and fancy frocks,
She looks just like Faye Dunaway.
She's like a fox, smug as she rocks
That retro scarf and wool beret.
I bet she'd even rob a bank
With sultry smiles and cunning ease.
I'm sure she'd only fire blanks--
A natural and eternal tease.
And in this modern day and age,
She doesn't even have a Clyde.
The only star to walk this stage,
She needs no man to grace her side.
With independence as her creed,
She makes a bonnie gal indeed.
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