Jake Kyer

She’s got that soft lens focus That million dollar air Coke bottle curves And Hollywood flare She’s got that tight bun Strong arms and thick legs She’s got that fighter’s stance That pumped-up trance She’s got that thick sweater Bundled up with a book Cold hands and bedhead She’s got a million ships And kissable lips She’s got none of that She’s got something else Something grand, something her But whatever you’ve got, you’ve got glamour And ladies, can’t you hear them clamor?

They always said it’d start in America They said the aliens would start with New York But they found their way to Poland first In a little town no one knew From there they spread like wild fire