Full blossomed youth Of a promising mod Once fluttering in glee, Faded away and withered.
Her catwalk on the ramp Won many a heart; By showing her talent From the very start.
But Time's cruel feet Crushed her upward steps To the zone of wantonness From the riches to the rags.
Catapulted fame of hers Now forced her to beg For a bit of blue poison Of discs and romance To dance to the astray tunes Satisfying men's carnal appetite.
No photographer over there With his staring camera Is now willing to shoot her Modeling with different poses With different styles and smiles On the ramp of insanity.
