Eliana Lulu

Eliana Lulu,

In a city lane cafe,

Serves the men in chocolate suits,

Who sit to hunt their prey.

Men in badly buttoned fronts,

Are beckoned by her calls,

Can little resist her enticing cries,

And avoid the other stalls.

She serves them eyes of blue,

She whispers through their hair,

She leaves each folly follower,

So content they feel despair.






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