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The Untouchables
The band blew till ten o clock
A crooner crucified the blues
Humming was the marble floor
My feet hot in crocodile shoes
Dancing like this is no good
You can't do that anymore
Getting close to a stranger
Risks death from every pore
I held you closer in my arms
You rumpled my new coiffure
I felt your heart beating wild
Dreamed of a bedroom door
Aro...
Tuesday 29th September 2020 11:12 am
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