Song for the Soundtrack of Your Date Tonight
It’s dark at five o’clock. Tender is the night. An image of your date’s been scanned into your hard drive and it’s taking up too much memory. Time to release a little. Let a little love into your heart. And around your hips. It’s the truest connection of them all. Why? Hips don’t lie. You tell em, Sharon.
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Lots of time to reflect on the couch tonight. A pink slip used to be a hot little number that came from Victoria’s Secret. An ever-welcome eyeful on a Friday night. Tonight’s view is from the bench. Involuntarily placed on the DL. D, as in D-list. But like all good trips to the bench, the splinter wounds you gather eventually heal. And what doesn’t kill you makes you a better bluesman. Embrace your Black Joe Lewis, honeybear.
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