and hold my head up high

� are you frightened by me?

Or is it the structure of my cheeks

and the clearness of my speech�

� are you intimidated of me?

Maybe it�s the power of my tongue

that make you want to run � and hide in shame.

The blame, place on the ignorance of your feeble brain.

� are you threatened by me?

The sway of my hips and

the fullness of my lips. The twinkle in my eyes.

The sculptured shape of my thighs. I am a woman.

� are you unnerved by me?

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That�s as far as I got � more later. Maybe.

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