Our man in Europe, dave delacroix... Where the Pussy Roams.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Where the Pussy Roams.




SURF-s UP BABEE, U in STYLE, long, long legs, yakkin AT MEH. I got NO worries, got some money and it-s YO!!! -a Saturday night, said the dog to the pony, hello Miss-Lonely...out on the prairie.
KISS ME AGNES. I ain-t got NO St.Ives. Last I heard they never took me alive! I-ll be your JESUS, Mary-Mamma-WILD. And if we kiss, a boog-a-loo Me! Such a shame we never got to drink a Tanqueray.
HOOPLA-BOOGIE, cat on da roof, that BIG Meow, a love...gone South. And as it-s YOUR testament I kissed and danced. But only U came OUT for a Chance, that Love-bite! That In-sight! S-where the Pussy roams.


And SO it goes. I was Sentinel. My Rockmount shirt, Lamas Cowboy boots, cheap-ass Stetson Sombrero. U walked out of that Music-Roadhouse-Hony-Tonk looking like a dishevilled CHICKEN...but I still took U in my arms and drove U home on a dark-velvet highway....Later, I would write OUR Song.




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