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[Verse]
Lady Irene, postcode G-R-I-M-E,
She’s 83, knittin’ sweaters like it's sorcery.
Holds parcels like a guard up in the armory,
Lookin’ after cats like a feline cavalry.
[Chorus]
Ooh, Lady Irene, legend in the scene,
Number 53, where the vibe’s always clean.
Old but gold, saga truly serene,
Nicest on the block, pockets fulla routine.
[Verse]
She’s in the garden, rockin' Crocs and old genes,
Rain or shine, neighbors wonder what she means.
Passin' out them sweets, call her queen of routines,
Her smile’s a lighthouse, piercing through the routines.
[Chorus]
Ooh, Lady Irene, heart’s evergreen,
Number 53, warmth on the in-between.
Whippin’ pies and knitting, urban cuisine,
Nicest old soul, ain't nobody mean.
[Bridge]
Whispered tales, Irene with that drill finesse,
Lonely cats napped, packaged with no stress.
She’s the saint in grime, outshines the rest,
Verse after verse, in the rhythm, confess.
[Verse]
Knows everybody’s name, never needs a memo,
Chillin’ with the youth, schooling like a demo.
Her tales run deep, chapters in a tome,
Number 53, Irene’s humble home.