Beale Street Lady
BEALE STREET LADY
My heart has no endurance for the haul
thru loves heart rending nuisance of it all;
I'll not allow a trival game
entice my soul to burn a flame
and raise my heat, then wait for you to call;
so if you have intent regarding me,
just lay you down and be what you will be
a man--a king--who'll make me sing
or just someone who'll never bring
an ounce of satisfaction through it all.
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