Foxy Sal-Femme Fatale

All the guys dream of Sal as she leaves a trail of broken hearts behind her!

Foxy Sal, Femme Fatale
With brains no man could match
Six foot tall, what wherewithal
If caught, she'd be a catch!

Articulate, "let men wait!"
" I'm worth it " and she was
Fragrant scent, heaven sent
Cerebral with a cause

Dressed to thrill, a strut to kill
You should have seen her gait!
Body language said it all
Those petty men can wait

And wait they would, as well they should!
For Sal was quite the belle
A powerful mind, those men would find
The things that belle could tell

Many the guy would give it a try
Many would pit their wits
And many the heart was crushed by Sal
Many she left in bits!

Foxy Sal, Femme Fatale
With brains no man could match
Six foot tall, what wherewithal
If caught, she'd be a catch!