Woman in white jacket enters through side door Desperate longing follows in the wake of her perfume A special posting of the day's menu flutters in the breeze Two cowhands go back to their pancakes A jolt of joe keps the cops awake Their lips are full of soft cheese and sleep Many of the dangers described in the catalog have already been encountered A warehouse full of ghosts singes the night Too often she will stay up late reading and the light from her window will be mistaken for a sign Before victory can be declared she drops down in tears No other way to say it, no other way
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ReplyDeleteWoman in white jacket enters through side door
Desperate longing follows in the wake of her perfume
A special posting of the day's menu flutters in the breeze
Two cowhands go back to their pancakes
A jolt of joe keps the cops awake
Their lips are full of soft cheese and sleep
Many of the dangers described in the catalog have already been encountered
A warehouse full of ghosts singes the night
Too often she will stay up late reading and the light from her window will be mistaken for a sign
Before victory can be declared she drops down in tears
No other way to say it, no other way