If you come to my city You are bound to find my name in the roster of wicked women I have all that it takes to be as wicked as they come I have a goblet brimming over in my hand My laughter is known for its abandon Flames find a home in my mouth My heart beats and every nerve does a little dance The road is at my feet And just the sky above I have the courage to bear and express myself sans fear
South and Central Asia
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