Chinese Lady with Her Legs Open

A mild mannered good girl,
An apple of her parents' eye,
She picks flowers in the morning
And describes clouds in the sky.

 A face as white as snow
And a soul as pure as glass
She gets good grades in school
And never misses her piano class.

A fine match for the gentleman
That will court her one day,
And walk her in the moonlight
With a heart that will never stray.

But away from the loving eyes
She has a secret when she is alone
She opens her legs slightly
And releases a little moan.

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