Sat outside the bar, sharing a cigar
Had a little scotch, it was the perfect touch
My hand hung at my side, it lingered on your thigh
The twinkle in your eye, meant you wanted to play shy
When Dolly sings just like a bell and Ella rips it out so
swell
They stroll across the notes like waves upon a boat
Sounds like silk upon skin, just rustling in the wind
And don’t you just love it, Satchmo singing like a trumpet
Paul Mize © 2012
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