You knew she was trouble when she walked in
Got quiet like a whisperer had spoke
With legs up to there, this doll was no joke
A quick glance from under my fedora
Face of an angel, but a body of sin
She was the box and I was Pandora
A tempest of whispers spread through the club
The slit of her dress was up to oh yeah
And not a thing underneath but pure air
That outfit was custom made to adorn
And where the babe walked were the whisper’s hub
Fitting her curves like nothing ever worn
Dress held together by a simple gold link
Even Frail Freddy rushed to take her hand
Just a marionette at her command
As he guided her to a stool on stage
Not a man in there had senses to think
As she crossed her leg with a perfect gauge
It felt like she looked each man in his eyes
Her liquid voice melting over their soul
Her descant was love gone out of control
Her notes downright gritty or raw and lonely
Yes, each man begged for her songs reprise
But she had her sites locked on one only
Deer to headlights I was trapped in her gaze
She pointed at me and crooked her finger
A beauty like that you don’t let linger
I stood giving my trench a little tuck
As she disappeared in the smoky haze
Half-hearted wishes grumbled lucky-schmuck
We rode each other ‘til we were cryin’
She never quite spoke, her words in sing- song
And she was saying things I knew were wrong
Like her husband she wanted me to kill
I realized she was a modern siren
But she knew she had control of my will
Her husband, I was to shoot in the head
When we met up later on in the park
After midnight when it’s quiet and dark
She had sung, I should have done as was told
She’s surprised when I shoot her down instead
I hardly heard her song, I had a head cold
I watch the glow of my cigarette tip
As her husband leans over and just smiles
I hadn’t seen him do that in a long while
He don’t smile much as leader of the mob
Yes, the start of a beautiful friendship
Paying me for the first of many jobs
Have NO idea where my muse pulled this craziness from. I’m just rolling with it.
oh dang…nice story telling…you caught me in the twist there in the end…oh love…the temptress meets her match in the husband and his hired hand…ha…cool story….
Me and my twists in the end, eh? Thanks Brian.
Well that’s brilliant right there.
Thank you, Skyraftwanderer!
Nice! Well told story with a great meter and rhyme scheme!
No one on the blog comments has figured out the second song in my entry. I’m betting you can: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2013/05/14/gnome-gnome-on-the-moon/
HAH! I just came from your site, Charles. I almost choked on the coincidence of hearing the song today and your use of it. It’s actually three song if you think about the range factor.
You lost me. What do you mean “range factor”?
and it goes a little something like this…:
Gnome, gnome on the moon…
Where the deer and the garden statues play
Oh seldom we yell, even when we…well
But fun lasts all night and all day
Loved it! Sam Spade out of The Godfather, lol.
HAHAHAHA! Awesome! Thanks Snaky.
I like how it starts of deadly sexy and then turns sexy deadly. I write stuff that is inspired by all kinds of things and often get email asking me “where did that come from?” Loved it.
“…deadly sexy and then turns sexy deadly” I like that.
Thank you Todd.