She stands and sings; her mouth is like a drink
Her voice is low and sexy, must be aimed
at someone who put money on the brink
And if I’m not seduced, I will be maimed
by falling in the parking lot I guess
She’ll say she likes my kiss and likes it more
I’ll kiss her once again and wish her dress
was always pure and white. I might implore
her ladyship to come, descend her throne
My body’s bruised and wants to feel her skin
I’m by myself, but I am not alone;
My brain has memories of her within
I’m not a fool, I’d call her “angel” too
Though black and white, I know her eyes are blue.

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