no,
It’s in the reach of her arms
The span of her hips
The stride of her step
The curl of her lips
She walks into a room
Just as cool as you please
It’s the fire in her eyes
And the flash of her teeth
The swing in her waist
And the joy in her feet
It’s in the arch of her back
The sun of her smile
The grace of her style.
she doesn't care what she "looks" like.
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