Manhattan Mega Beauty
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If you are beautiful enough, why take
The trouble to be decent, doing good
Like saintly Francis or Saint Clare? Just shake
Your curls as any pretty person should.
Just walk along the carpet, heart-blood red,
While turning eyebrows slightly, left and right,
Cause swoons around by turning of your head.
Don’ bother looking into eyes. The sight
Alone of you will be enough to kill
Unwary chests. Your style, of course, must stun.
This combination spell brings on the spill
Of adoration. Stun is overdone.
Your limousine of gold outside the Met
Is now forgotten. You we can’t forget.
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