Well - Kill
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She was a playful girl
Who, with a ticklish twirl
Would send a saucy swirl
To whomever was there.

She had a folly flair
Often, without a care
Laughed at the heartened stare
From whomever was there.

She got her wanton way
Would turn your brown hair gray
Show her dainty display
To whomever was there.

She'd make the faithful faint
Prove the devil a saint
Not even one compaint
From whomever was there.

Keep your eyes closed
Keep your hands by your side
Keep your feet still
That girl can kill.