She's the Mannequin

Healthy and young (no really knows how old)
We hear your stiletto song
Every time- she leaves
With every hair in place, her scarf and leather coat
She's a sad song, she's a sad love song
Every time she goes
So damn sure- a walking mannequin of the party
Her walk and talk-makes us, we believe and want to sing
Far, far away I scent her perfection
As the walking mannequin goes