Erraticness

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Crossing the pedestrian lane with high stilettos,
Clad in a brown dress while munching Cheetos;
She was quite a sight to behold for people on the road,
Some guys who ogle and drool over her didn't able to goad.

The charm bracelet she wore glimmer with her teeth.
Tousled hair that wasn't polished she didn't attempt to sheath.
Not a lot would know her name; but her face is popularly remembered.
Neighbors even get flushed when peeping on the balcony only to see her in towel, covered.

Other girls get envy with her innate, quiet, and raging elegance.
Obviously just chilling-even if she'd mess up, never loses her relevance.
Judging her would be not enough to say all that's good,
Justifying what she is though lowly adjectives would be shrewd.

If wondering where she managed to pig out on buffet yet seeming classy...
I don't even know how to be the same 'cause when I try I look trashy.
For she was an extraordinary lady that's majestic from the silhouette;
Forelsket—witnessing how gorgeous she is should be something you don't forget.