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Sunset on sleaze
If Elvis could of only seen you all -
dancing like peacocks, you're most profound
birds of paradise, extravagant and tall.
Discotheque platforms and ballroom blitz,
topping the charts way back in the seventies,
with pouts and glitz.
Aces up your sleeves,
while some of you later became sex romantics,
sluts and glamour queens -rock gypsy drag,
as you drew heavily on that f...
Wednesday 9th December 2015 5:56 pm
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