She is as beautiful as sin
Many have tried to win
Her hand by impressing her kin
Up comes a young man
Driving along in a van
Bringing up with him a large whiskey can
She is as beautiful as sin
With a dimple on her chin
Stood up there with a pin
Moon pales by her side
The gales go away from her wide
And from her, mothers have their children hide
She is as beautiful as sin
Hides herself in a tin
Runs away from her home drinking a gin
She tempts me
With her beauty, see
I am now at her knee
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Shoot it whatever you wanna say, but in a diplomatic way ;-)