She stood there tall, naked at the masquerade ball
Didn't seem to care when people would stop and stare
She wasn't trying to be obscene, simply needed to be seen
Wasn't bothered at all by the attacks on her ego
She was neither flippant nor cavalier
Just haunted by a belief she would disappear
If the eyes of an adoring public no longer fell upon her
It calmed her nerves, lascivious gazes upon her curves
Knowing she was admired, wanted, loved, craved, desired
She could only find enjoyment
Living in the moment
Had to live life loudly, out in the open
I dreamt I saw her walking across my yard
In black five-inch high-heels and nothing else
Like Joan Blondell giving the boys an eyeful on the set
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