Her eyes are like slashes of a knife
Narrow, lustful, long and black
Her hair is stairway and without life
And it is lie on her head like a sack
Her legs are longer than a giraffe's
And her feet are smaller than a cow's
But I am her for I can't resist her laughs
And even more - her generous blouse.


(I know the English isn't very good but that is what you'll
get from me)