AND THEN THESE LAYERS
OF JAZZ CAN TAKE ME HOME
Give me more of that and I'll have another black.
Take the time to soak this moment : the constable
isn't due for three hours, and we can pay him off.
You got one tough lady there, by the way - I'd like
seeing her crease my fedora, know what I mean.
Put down that crush-barrel and lets start playing;
your midwife ways are wearisome. Run the scale
again and belt the scat, he'll blow the riff and I'll
rummy the horn. The 88's are already going,
that cat don't stop for nobody.
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