[Red Herring Dragnet:]
Appetite Republican, place mat Democrat
Napkin love letters and rel-i-gious goodbyes
Nights were blacker than a Harlem prom
They used girls like bubblegum
And me? I’m just waiting for my one
Chasing cars to Scotland Yard,
Women’s hips speak like the words of god
And the bathroom mirror whispers: oh so si-lent-ly
Speaking of the devil, he’s just parked outside the window
And he says he ’ain’t waiting all day for me’
Feel the heat like summer,
When it was just like my dead brother
And nobody knew him, but still, I miss this man.
Someone’s going to die like latin for you
But that someone ain’t going to be me
Dear Kitten snares off laundry smell and gigantic men can always tell
which ones which surely break and cry
Hidden bugs and undercover, parents who still love each other
; all of ’em you barely see any-more
Safe; there’s nothing in it, except a blank will with ink stains on it
Well to me, in my profession, nothing’s a surprise
I cracked his ribs like Sunday bridge games keep the geezers on their feets
And at that age I hope I’m dead and gone; but I just won’t die
Kitten invited me to her picnic, where we’ve been bobbing down for apples
except this time, My Ruby, didn’t come up for another try
I told the papers and the D.A. that ruby was set up by her movies
Wilson turns to Smith :"...and brother, I don’t trust a guy
who never looks you in the eyes"
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