I hate this... have a thought... cant put it to words....
Was sitting in the rocking chair with a black-and-tan in hand listening to Cherry Popping Daddies... love it. Brian Setzer was next... love the horns and a kickin bass drum...
Everything turned to black and white... I was on stage and wearing a white on white tux... hat tilted slightly askew...
I never realized that I could croon... and then she walked in... that sultry skin tight black dress... only the fishnet hose to hide the nudity beneath... and a single white rose subtly perched just below the shoulder.... all I could do was focus on those lucious red lips as she slid up into the front table...
1. Does Frank Sinatra rock or what?
2. Who was that woman that walked in?
3. What happened next?
13
Was sitting in the rocking chair with a black-and-tan in hand listening to Cherry Popping Daddies... love it. Brian Setzer was next... love the horns and a kickin bass drum...
Everything turned to black and white... I was on stage and wearing a white on white tux... hat tilted slightly askew...
I never realized that I could croon... and then she walked in... that sultry skin tight black dress... only the fishnet hose to hide the nudity beneath... and a single white rose subtly perched just below the shoulder.... all I could do was focus on those lucious red lips as she slid up into the front table...
1. Does Frank Sinatra rock or what?
2. Who was that woman that walked in?
3. What happened next?
13
2. I don't know who she was but she made me think of my ex-best friend Jen. Bastard, i am trying to forget her
3. I don't want to know. Stay away from her. She is bad news. Heh, god I miss her.