Classic. Classy. She's black Sunday shoes, and white tights. Mona Lisa, black and red; black and white. Play the piano and sing broadway's best. Face- she's like a ghost. Pieces of blood on skin, it looks like she has been in the raspberries. Possibly cherries. Stuff those grapes into your heart and you'll start pumping wine into your arteries. Blink lemon juice and you will cry great drops of lemonade. Keep walking with a wall in front of you so the steps will be shorter.
What was classy before the fifties?
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