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Cora
There stood Cora
With her come get me outfit
Her lips a perfection of cherries
And her eyelashes long enough to whip your ciggarete
Clean outta your filthy mouth straight to the gutter
Leaving you not knowin' what time of day it was
All,
Without a twitch, from
Any other part of that Da Vinci body of hers.
She even stifled a yawn
Just before she turned on those jivin' heels
Leaving you slugged in the gut from a roulette of yearning,
Born on those curves of hers,
That oughta be doin' a stretch
For inducin' misery in every man she ever met
Or that smile,
that could keep any sane man awake from here to eternity
Or that coy laugh,
that slept every night,
right at the bottom of a whiskey barrel,
drownin' in its smokey volume.
So she turned
And before I knew if I was walkin' wounded
Or popped full of holes and bleedin'
Beggin' for mercy in the street -
She'd gone.
But not before she'd given me her front door code
And casually let me know her latest squeeze
Was on a fishin' trip somewhere
And that she had an allergy to cold sheets and breakfastin' alone
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