Red, white, and blue;
Those colors that do;
Send my imagination;
Into dreams for two.
Silver, gold, and pink;
Do so make me think;
Smoldering thoughts;
From a basic instinct.
And French pedicure;
Sends my mind a-whir;
And certain tightness;
In my pants, for sure.
So my darling, you see;
You are turning on me;
When your pretty toes;
Are all painted and free...
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