She wears merely heaven scent, She’s gently effervescent
Like a spring perfume, She’s bending in a crescent
Like the moon in June
She wears merely heaven scent, She’s cuddly when she’s bubbly, like a
Large gin fizz, The only trouble is, that every second whiff, Makes me wonder if
She’s really heaven scent
She wears merely heaven scent
It’s her natural bent, A sniff of her allure
Pure or impure, your money’s all spent
And it’s kill or cure
She wears merely heaven scent, She’s smashing and she’s splashing, like a
Busby Berkley Babe, She’ll send you to your grave, when you’re far from ready
With your knees unsteady
She wears merely heaven scent
An aroma to present, She makes me stagger
Like Niagara, hot and spicy
like a Berber tent
It’s a surely small surprise, To see her vaporize
Before your very eyes
With an air of Cleopatra, And boots like Nancy Sinatra
She doesn’t need to try for size
She wears merely heaven scent, She’s the lady to my gent
Her citrus cologne, Is a home from home,
Lois Lane to my Clark Kent
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