Strawberry Jam she whispers

Movie set smoked out and he whispered about
The Casablanca smoke went through the piano 
His name was Gino he said

What's the point?? when you whisper

your words are so in doubt
Going to blow words to me 

She was putting on her Chanel powder

Speak like a symphony but louder
They are never planned correctly

 My head is spinning so way out
what do we see? 
Impatient 2-B deviant
but damn good artist
Paint's it Graffiti hood 
Careless but needed more guidance

Reckless my lips he got his evidence
Smoked killed me off-guard 
He sneaked around the fruit 
Strawberry strange pursuit 
My soul this is the last straw 
Deadly strawberries left with black rose 
All covered seductively posed 
The song plays out strawberry Soprano 
Intense smoking love incense cello 
Strawberry sounds smothered 
Good night dark strawberry moon 
I grabbed him way 2 soon

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was something I came up with thinking back at the forties how sexy the women looked smoking

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