For Just A Tender Moment
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Marilyn Lott
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Her hips sway back and forth
As she strolls the hot gray pavement
Lips full and sinful
And promising
She has no direction
Except to make a buck
Off guys that use her for a moment
And throw her away
Like a stick from their popsicle
She puts on a smile
Opens her blouse a little more
Smiles at a stranger
For just a tender moment...
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