Ruby Red Sandals

         
Ruby Red Sandals
She’s a red-hot woman-child,
Raven black tresses and a spirit wild,
Has an angel-sweet, innocent face,
But her mind works at a devious pace,
Sets trends for the ways of the world
To wear your hair straight, streaked or curled,
She knows every way to a man’s heart
Some short cuts too, backwards, from end to start
Cleopatra could learn some new tricks
‘Cause this gal’s got them on her fingertips.
She’s the goddess of street-smart-funk
On her every incantation hangs a hunk.
She’s the fantasy of every schoolboy,
A dazzling mixture of shy and coy.
She can play around with Valentino
‘Bout love there ain’t a thing she don’t know.
She’s the envy of every up and coming bitch,
Certainly knows how to steal hearts and stay rich.
But if you ever cross her path,
She’ll mark you down in a blaze of wrath.
She’s not the kind to forgive and forget,
She’ll get her revenge and that’s a bet!
So better stay in this damsel’s good books
She’s a match for playboys, swindlers, even crooks.
Don’t underestimate her, man
Or she’ll serve you up in a frying pan.
She’s as destructive as a group of vandals,
This lady is just too hot to handle.
Burns brighter than a thousand candles,
This here lady wears ruby red sandals.