With high heels she will slither
and the looks never wither
every dawn makes her better
to all a pacesetter
The voice is decisive
and when angry abusive
she has to hold her niche
and she is too hard to fish
You never hear her joke
and so you cant poke
a look at her cloth
you conclude from the north
Don forget the fashion sense
and the perfume like incense
she drives at her pace
but don try to chase
a diva and an intellect
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