DRAG-LINE
I wish I was in a Hollywood
movie, where I could walk on
clouds and always be groovy;
Where that hip little chick into
my tent would slip while her guy
was away with his thugs for a day.
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We'd blitzkrieg the joint with
our love and kisses : eider-down
blanket and teapot dishes. Maybe
Paul Newman would sally on by,
looking for biscuits or bullets, and
some little girlfriend or other would
find him fetching and dear.
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It's always like that in some back-lot
script - the guy with the Alfa-Romeo
and that lady in furs. Three in the
afternoon cocktail breaks, to 'discuss'
the script, the three clowns on stilts;
the fire-lady, being rolled on a cart;
the circus movie being filmed at six.
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