Dressed in red with white polka-dots
Walking down the streets and shoplots
They said she's smoking hot
Like chocolate melts in a pot
Yet I doze off like a baby in a cot
Waking up for my working preparation
Eyes staring at her with precision
I wonder if that's my imagination
Or is that really just an illusion?
Which causes me to have such delusion...
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