I was just minding my business.
Simple washerwoman, that's me.
How could I have known
Seen
Ducked
What was to be?
Brassy, brassy,
That's you.
With the boardinghouse reach to pick off stuff you see.
Grab off
Sweep off
Their feet little gals like me.
Oh,
I know,
I could holler lemme lemme lemme lemme go!
Could shout it
Scream it
But you'd think I
Didn't mean it.
Now listen, you,
Hear me when I'm talking to you, Ma'am--
When I say stop
Cease
Desist
I'm whispering just as loudly as I can!
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love
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I call to you and I call to you but I don't call soft enough...
ReplyDeleteAin't no cure for love, baby.
:)
Vodka Mom,
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you!
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Ah, one of my favorite LC songs, Jannie. The version I know is sung by Jennifer Warnes. I really enjoyed your comment, it's pretty much perfect!
I've got her like a habit....I'll never get enough....
Ohhh, like-a-lot!
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fulfilling meal today in more
ways than one!
Oh my, to be a fly on the wall.. er,um, ok, perhaps not (blush).
ReplyDeleteSo elequent for a washer-woman, you. Smile.
My favouite Jennifer Warnes song is a duet with Cohen, "Joan of Arc", sends shivers down my spine. I must get another copy, mine jumps.
Thank you, Cynthia! I hope that you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteShrink, you fluster that poor player, that's why it jumps. ;-)
(and I love that song, too, that very version)
There are washer-men in my next novel .....
ReplyDeleteLove, love that ending!
ReplyDeleteOh, David, the washerwomen will be all atwitter. Good luck with your novel!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it, Mama Zen. I was so happy when I wrote it.
.... and did she hear your whispers? ... or ignore them?
ReplyDeleteShe ignored them at first, then turned me loose. :***-(
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