I don’t need eyes to see you
\nI sense you all the while
\nMy sequined dress
\nI have to stress
\nIt cost a pretty pile
\nBut it so clings, to my body
\nAnd when I walk, I know
\nThat some men will be watching
\nIt don’t matter, where I go
\nThey seldom make it obvious
\nBut I can feel their gaze
\nI have no use for cosmetics
\nFor there are so many ways
\nOf beguiling and bewitching
\nAnd I just know them all
\nSitting in this Clothes shop
\nin Lower Kings Road
\nI call
\nthe shots, I have to tell you
\nFor Alice that’s my name
\nI love the place
\nI think its ace
\nwhatever others claim
\nAnd the women working with
\nme
\nThe real one with the hair
\nso many curls
\nso many whirls
\nthat hair of her’s is rare
\nIts rare and she’s is with it
\nShe lets me sit all day
\nperched up in those books of her’s
\nand, I get some pay
\nI know I’m really lucky
\nAnd I count my lucky stars
\nI could be in some strip joint
\nor one of those raunchy bars
\nBut instead I have this lovely job
\nIts vintage I will say
\nIts the nicest little shop there is
\nAnd I sit here every day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hello I’m Alice the vintage mannequin from the designer clothes shop in Lower Kings Road, Berkhamsted Continue reading