A Club named Aura
Hey lady with your knee-high boots:
sweet innocence has met her match
and all you had to do was shoot
your pistols, oh my what a catch,
it must have been some dizzied day
your rocker-chic, came strutting in,
she stole the stage with just a sway
her hips they surely caused a din.
and garland, garland by the buy,
around your neck: new sins were born,
only after the drinks were dry
did dancing leave dear lady morn.
