Sunday, July 19, 2009

Vegas

He was tight lipped
She was good at pool
Together they were hip
Afternoons by the pool
Drunken frat boys in Vegas
Now you are living and alive
I'll eat you Margarita
Outside the room
I'll eat ya then beat ya
In a game of pool
I love your charcoal eyes
And your Old Man seems pretty cool
(He's off the Strip somewhere playin' pool)
10 o'clock went by -he by her side
With his frat brothers all around
"Ah, man, she is so smokin' red hot!"
And with his stick sunk his balls
Now down fifty five dollars
Her old man showed-up w/ a mop
Over blueberry pancakes at 3 a.m.
They played footsies with each other
Laughing at those dumb frat brothers
And syruping their blueberry pancakes
It wasn't the money that did it
It was the planning of the scam
I'll eat you Margarita
Outside the room
I'll eat ya then I'll beat ya
In a game of pool
I love your charcoal eyes
And your Old Man seems pretty cool
(off the Strip somewhere playin' pool)
written Sunday Morning July 19, 2009
Best of the Roses,
John French
mystrawhat.com
&
theneweverydaymedia

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