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She wore it on her sleeve (Idletime workshop)
She always wears her clothes
in various shades of green
for reasons she only knows
not a girl I would ever dream
Yet she walks with a gait
to show off her trim figure
not many do even wait
to let their eyeballs linger
There was a girl named Irene
who was bold and beautiful
carrying herself like a queen
looking pretty and cheerful
The day after she quit her job
all had a surprise in store
the girl who was such a snob
wore not green any more
