NOT QUITE KELLY

'Not Quite Kelly' is a well built girly,

Twenty years of age
You can see her in a crowd, talking much too loud
And playing centre stage

People say she's got style
From the speed of her recovery from a night on the tiles
She's a girl with a lot, and she is out there selling

She's the centre of the scene with her porcelain skin

And her long red hair

She can walk into a bar, polish off a jar

But keep her nose in the air

From her emerald eyes
To the cute little wobble in her khaki-clad thighs
She's a girl who really stokes up the fire in my belly

Oh but she, is not quite Kelly
She, is not quite Kelly
She's got the upturned nose
She's got the pouting face
She lacks a little charm
She lacks a little grace
She's a dead set demon
But she is not quite Kelly

She can taunt you with her guile, just a wrinkle of her smile

Will make you do what she please
Without a whisper or a sound, she can cut you to the ground,

Make you weak at the knees

You get up off the floor
Then in five minutes time you're coming back for more
She knows the tricks of the trade but she is sure not telling

Oh but she, is not quite Kelly
She, is not quite Kelly
She's got the upturned nose
She's got the pouting face
She lacks a little charm
She lacks a little grace
She's a dead set demon
But she is not quite Kelly

Kelly is a girl that picked me up off the floor
And threw me up into the air
Kelly is a girl who left my heart red raw
And did it just for a dare
So here in my demise
While I fantasize
I catch 'Not Quite Kelly's' eyes

Oh but she, is not quite Kelly
She, is not quite Kelly
She's got the upturned nose
She's got the pouting face
She lacks a little charm
She lacks a little grace
She's a dead set demon
But she is not quite Kelly

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