Saturday, August 05, 2006

saturday night

i'll make a dance, here, on your waxed-up kitchen floor,
where my toes are pointy from that yester boy's sly laughing,
raise my arms and shimmy with some ella swing, cause i'm a tasty lad
and a whiskey sour tenor from the all-star corner choir


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