CRAZY EIGHT
CRAZY EIGHT
No one knew
When she arrived
Or when she'd disappear
She would just drift in with the wind
Ginned up
Like she'd be hitting
All the ritzy joints in town
And never without her bête noire, "Kitty"
A crazy eight midnight black Mercury Coupe
They were inseparable
A couple of cats on the prowl
In the tall grass
She sure was some kinda dame
A real pearl
You could count yourself lucky
If you bumped into her
But you know the thing about luck ...
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