Page 4 the Continuing Saga of Zack Waverly
Page 4 The Lost Souls Saloon
With a wave of her hand
The cowhands all dispersed
Then she spoke to me some words
I'm sure were well rehearsed
She leaned a little forward,
placed her palm 'long side my cheek
Said, "I could be the one,
if it's companionship you seek"
I admit she put a smile
on my ruff and worn out face
and my eyes began to wander
down her corset made of lace
Then she grabbed me by my vest
as she pulled me from the chair
dragged me 'cross the floor
and made me stumble up the stairs
We landed by a door
when she pulled me by my shirt
Then slammed me 'gainst the wall
and said "please now make me hurt"
I was taken back and tongue tied
So I answered with a kiss
and though I've been with gals before
There was never one like this
Then I entered through the door
Seeking conquest and its glory
As cast aside my faith
In this place called purgatory
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