SINATRA
He caught me in the net of his eyes
I was drowning in his arctic blue
When they smiled I felt in tune
He always had his eyes on the prize
But when he spoke it made sense
I hope he don't think I'm that dense
I was a blushin' and my pulse was a rushin
Because he had that Sinatra smile
And that Sinatra voice, my baby's a Sinatra man
When he walked in and asked for some gin
I couldn't help but serve him with my candy grin
Then he sang a little, and I was in a spin
He cocked his top hat, and picked up the bill
That's how I remember him, yes I still
I was a blushin' and my pulse was a rushin
Because he had that Sinatra smile
And that Sinatra voice, my baby's a Sinatra man.
Bring your groovy self back on the prowl
C'mon over, I'll give you a bow
Got my pulse rushin and my blood blushin
I'm in love with a Sinatra man.
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Beat Poetry
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