On a steaming hot day
As I slogged through the ghetto
I crossed a cute girl
In her red-hot stiletto
Just look at her clothes
She knows we guys see this
Her short skirt, her bra strap
I know she means business
So I test my crap luck
Expecting fake smiles
But she laughs at my jokes
And she beams all the while
She sees my reservations
She knows I hold back
As I sway on my feet
She swoops in, attack
Now I’m pulled in her car
That girl, tough as steel
Who plays not one game
But how sweet her hand feels
She takes me to her apartment
Just a quick little tour
What wondrous easels
Scattered cross the floor
Soon we walk down the river
With the roses in bloom
I dedicate one to her
So she sings a soft tune
And she mutters wild poems
She wrote them, she said
As we contemplate being
The stars hang overhead
Oh those fireworks dance
And it’s all just for us
They die away quickly
But she’s not one to fuss
Back in my apartment
We hold tight on the bed
She falls asleep gently
On my shoulder, her head
Once sad and once lonely
How far I had come
One girl, composed of
The stuff dreams are from
So I fell asleep there
After kissing that cheek
But up in the morning
I cry from one peek
Oh that beautiful girl
Who I found in the ghetto
Left me with ten bucks
And a red-hot stiletto
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I hope this works. I'm an amateur poet, so rip it apart.

