Amanda
Amanda was a cunning woman
Her skin was as white as snow
And her lips were as red as blood
She had the height of tropical trees
And shape of a lamp
Amanda was a cunning woman
Sat on the rocks to play her flute
Danced the salsa like nobody
Every man yearned for her
But no man would reach her
As she was like a star
Amanda was a cunning woman
Hated the smell of smoke
Hated making beds
And also hated organising the house
But like...
Her skin was as white as snow
And her lips were as red as blood
She had the height of tropical trees
And shape of a lamp
Amanda was a cunning woman
Sat on the rocks to play her flute
Danced the salsa like nobody
Every man yearned for her
But no man would reach her
As she was like a star
Amanda was a cunning woman
Hated the smell of smoke
Hated making beds
And also hated organising the house
But like...