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THE KING
Trimbles and shakes........
reminds me of an earthquake......
hair combed back
lip in permanent pout
eyes weeping with sadness
shy as the hound dog crying
deep feelings in are you lonely tonight
may we never judge one before his time
think about it, did he do anything so bad
anything that they would not love today
his smile was that of a young man
overwhemled with his own stardom
trying to capture time alone
settling of notes sung
love me tender love me sweet
oh his sweet voice
sings so well
Merry Merry Christmas Baby,
oh, I was rasied on that voice
maybe the reason I love the blues
remembering watching him
the way he could move those hips
so slow and sultry
gives me chills still
you will live on
if only in our thougths
still seem to morn
the death of one so mysterious
even in death you escape us
