Do you know the handsome woman next door that never smiled?

Do you know the handsome woman next door that never smiled?

I know one surreal

She lives next door

With hazel eyes on her coal black hair

An olive skin with down to earth green lips

She is the handsome woman next door that never smiled.

It’s just not in custom

Like a woman oblige to her childhood

Lost in the realms of vanishes babies

Always in a strapless face

A gentrify iris that talked about the mourning cat

In the sunshine she goes so dull

In the dark it goes so wined and dingy

 Such is the handsome woman next door that never smiled.