Author's Note: Inspired by The Knack's My Sharona. The second in my 'karaoke' series. ;D

Disclaimer- IvoryTears doesn't own Devil May Cry, nor does she make any profit from this work of fiction.

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My Sharona

Lady stepped out of the bathroom and made her way into the adjoining bedroom. She turned the radio on and adjusted the dial until she heard an unforgettable drum beat.

"Hell yes! I love this song!" she did a fist pump and a little shimmy as she made her way over to her dresser.

Her body moved to the catchy beat as she pulled her daily attire out of their designated drawers.

She slipped on her undergarments, then her skirt and blouse respectively. Shaking her hips, she made her way to the vanity and picked up her hairbrush.

"Ooh my little pretty one, my pretty one. When you gonna give me some time, Sharona? Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run. Gun it comin' off the line, Sharona. Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My, my, my, i, yi, woo! Muh, muh, muh, my Sharona."

She pushed her self away from the vanity and danced to her bed. She ran a hand sensuously through her hair.

"Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh? Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona. Keeping it a mystery gets to me. Running down the length of my thighs, Sharona. Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My, my, my, i, yi, woo! Muh, muh, muh, my Sharona."

Lady gyrated her hips to the beat. She danced frantically a huge smile adorning her ruby lips.

"When you gonna give it to me, give it to me. It is just a matter of time, Sharona. Is it just destiny, destiny? Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona? Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My, my, my, i, yi, woo! Muh, muh, muh, my Sharona."

A loud knocking interrupted Lady's impromptu jam session. She turned down the radio and jerked her door open.

"Yes?" she barked, face flushed.

Nero ducked behind Vergil, who quirked an eyebrow at the younger male.

"Well?" Lady tapped her foot in annoyance.

"We," Vergil gestured to the blushing Nero and himself, "came to ask if you would like to join us for lunch?"

"Oh," her face softened, "sure."

Vergil smirked, "Are you so sure about that? We wouldn't want you 'getting it up' if Nero just so happened to touch you."

Nero stifled a laugh as Lady spun on her heel and slammed the door in the elder twin's face.

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