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I’m down on Oak Street,

where the kisses are by the hour,

a girl for every flower,

down that lonely road.

I’m peddling music,

on the sax they hear me cry,

for every tear they leave inside,

underneath their smiling lie.


Stilettos with the blue shades,

black curls with the tight dress on,

waiting for that good love,

curling up in handsome fun.


Stilettos with the blue shades,

black panties with the laces on,

wiping off that bad blood,

hot showers as the makeup runs.


She works on Oak Street

Where the guys are awfully kind

they love her for a time

and never hit rewind.

She’s keeping no one,

like the leaves they turn to flakes,

and blow out of her way,

while lonely always stays.


Stilettos with the blue shades,

black curls with the tight dress on,

waiting for that good love,

curling up in handsome fun.


Stilettos with the blue shades,

black panties with the laces on,

wiping off that bad blood,

hot showers as the makeup runs.


 

 

*Featured Art – by the wonderfully talented Ellectra. You can find more of her stunning pieces at her website: www.ellectraart.com, and follow her on Facebook and Instagram.