JAZZ NIGHT.
And her long legs seem to go
Up into infinity
Well not quite but what can a
Guy say without him being
A complete jackass or
Too familiar with such
A dame and besides she asked
Me over for a drink and
To listen to jazz on her
Old gramophone and maybe
Later a little smooch on
The couch while the Lester young
Saxophone soothes us into
A closer touch and cool kiss
And Poco she’ll say in her
Sexy tones, her lips by my
Ear, feel my heart beating, feel
The soft drum of my being
Beating, love me, Poco dear.
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