Lady of the North

The shoes on her feet say she is not from here
Her amber hair falls slowly
Her scent is sweet as honey
Her eyes shine like diamonds
She has seen bright city lights
She's not amused by our simple lives
She has a life of her own

She walks on by with her prada purse
Looking so fine, she burnt my eyes
as if I was staring right into the sun
A woman like that could break a thousand hearts

Her smile is devilish
Her speech is elegant
Her thoughts are broad
Her hands look soft