Had a friend in Oregon who'd dress down capriciously.
And chic - she'd wear a garage mechanic's shirt, bloused.
Forget how she completed the ensemble below,
le pièce de résistance a venetian blind cord cinching her waist.
A hoot, she was. Did I tell her?
And chic - she'd wear a garage mechanic's shirt, bloused.
Forget how she completed the ensemble below,
le pièce de résistance a venetian blind cord cinching her waist.
A hoot, she was. Did I tell her?
I'd formerly worked at Bloomingdales selling domestics.
One day, the ladies got exited as a guy swept through...
one of them clued me in - "It's Givenchy!"
one of them clued me in - "It's Givenchy!"
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