"She bent down, turned around and gave me a wink
said I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink
it smelled like turpentine and looked like indian ink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes . . . I took a drink"
RIP Jerry Lieber
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4 comments:
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair.
Is that Jerry Lieber?
Don't know about that one. Anyone out there have any clues?
from Jailhouse Rock - Elvis Presley
Well, there you go.
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