The girl in the front row.

The girl in the front row.

When I was a child, I was in a classroom where boys would pull my hair. I was a kissy little girl with curls in my hair. I have a charm up my sleeve. When the boys look, they do not leave. I'm like a panther in the park and a stranger in the dark. Now that I'm older, they look, and it sparks a flame. I guess I have a lot of fame. With my ruby-red lips and golden hair that blows in the cool summer breeze, all they can do is stare and gaze at me. Not only have they ceased pulling my hair, but they are also interested in giving me a passionate kiss. Now, when they look, they trip and fall to the floor.