Poetrey and music

She`s not you

Feel that steel woman sometimes
But it is a template
And even if they are crawling on the floor
For sometimes, so she sits next to me
Private affair with high heels
And the plateau is true
For it seems so
I was so close to the
And she saw it also
Västerorten popping on
And I have never known someone like you
It strikes us, not on the fingers