Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Singapore-Sling."
(dedicato: CHAN who now lives in Bologna-Italy.
...She's mah Singapore-Sling, nobody got her thing, my Singapore-Sling, because she's mine? She dances & swings, my Singapore-Sling, she's so fine.
She YAKS to the MOON, chopsticks or a spoon, there IS no respite. Parisian-gals, she OUT TALKS THE LOT! My Singapore-Sling, all mine.
And when she goes away, a gloom sets the stage, a silence, uncannily. But when she comes back-on home, a Chinese New Year, the fireworks begin!
She's my Singapore-Sling, my lonely heart's string, resonates, desire! She's my Singapore-Sling, she walks through the door, a silk kimono for my mind.
She's my Singapore-Sling, nobody got her thing, my Singapore-Sling, because she's mine. She dances & swings, my Singapore-Sling. My Lady mine all mine.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Sweet October.)
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