I had a friend that loved Jeans.
Have you ever met denim lady.
I call her that because she was denim crazy.
Now all the denim was brand new.
She had a thing for the color blue.
When I greeted here in the morn.
She would have those denims on.
She was Jazzy as they come.
Men would holler out her name but it was all in fun.
This classy lady is my friend.
Her friendship I would recommend.
No matter what the weather.
She could put that denim together.
That is all I have to say.
Denim lady take it away.
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