Fatima
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Sheena Blackhall
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Fatima thrust her breasts out, shoulders back
Her chin's held high, hand on her hip
She could be a Queen of the Nile
The Niger, the Zambesi
She sails out like a royal ship
Girl with twig like hair
Skin like coconut milk
All shiny like a new toy
Fatima ripples like silk
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş