Jack White Blunderbuss

I had my dream

I held your hand

On that broad avenue

We crossed the road

And never spoke

To another as we flew

We left your man

Alone in drag

Laughing there at us

A romantic bust

A blunder turned

Explosive blunderbuss

An ancient grand hotel of Persian thread and ivory

And when your man would turn his head I’d see you look at me

Pools of brown and sea of red

And demons in your pocket

That sang romance

Performed a dance

Inside of silver locket

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A corner exit not tall enough to walk out standing straight

Designed by men so ladies would have to lean back in their gait

You grabbed my arm and left with me but you were not allowed to

You took me to a public place to quietly blend into

Such a trick pretending not to be doing what you want to

But seems like everybody does this every waking moment

I laid you down and touched you like the two of us both needed

Safe to say that others might not approve of this and pleaded

“So selfish,” then would be their cry and who’d be brave to argue?

Doin’ what two people need is never on the menu.

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