Zorro

Got my hips, way more flex, for my kicks

All black on, sometimes grey, so ombre

Something blue, something old, something new

Sombrero, in a cape, n these boots

Write a letter

On my chest

With three strokes

Nothing less

Figure 8, ‘round the way, it’s getting late

Who am I today? Should I go, could I stay?

I’m going now, into the town, renowned

Pink to white to yellow, you had me at hello