That girl… she were a mimic
So slick make your head tick, make them digits click
And by-golly… that tongue they did… lick
Till she was singin so sweet…
But don’t forget… the sweat of her meet
Ain’t just a candied… treat.
Piles and piles of what used to be
miles and miles
Of cotton-pickin’ dreams
Schemes you forgot weren’t exactly clean
So find yourself another mark
This one’s gone and stole the microphone
From the shark.
© Odyne La Fée 2018