Banging visible stilettos
Marching through the bumpy road,
On the square past Segafredo,
Past the shops so haute couture,
You're as fine as pretty models,
You're a devil of new breed
Where are all your faithful stalkers?
Is there anything you need?
In your palms a perfect phone,
Dressed in style of your own,
Nails like paintings, legs like doll's
And the skin is full of glow
What's neglected isn't in you
You're within the glossy world
And its rhythm isn't stopping,
Cross your fingers, sappy girl.
12-04-11