Black lace stockings and green eyes and blue finger nails
Too young to know the true about the rose
Her heavy young breast hung tight in the black lace bra
She is nothing but a young schoolgirl, but with a body of a woman.
The locket her daddy gave her when she was 12 still hangs around her soft neck,
She wears the rings of all her conquest upon her good thin fingers.
He daddys heart would break in he new what his little does a night.
The cross she got for her conformation still shinning around neck as she walks down that street. Her small ankles both hold the silver chains she got at her graduations.
Too young to know the true about the rose
Her heavy young breast hung tight in the black lace bra
She is nothing but a young schoolgirl, but with a body of a woman.
The locket her daddy gave her when she was 12 still hangs around her soft neck,
She wears the rings of all her conquest upon her good thin fingers.
He daddys heart would break in he new what his little does a night.
The cross she got for her conformation still shinning around neck as she walks down that street. Her small ankles both hold the silver chains she got at her graduations.