He told me I was a fine little lady
And that it was good to be crazy
Jumping in his hot car
Dancing in swinger bars
He liked telling me the same old thing:
Pussycat, pussycat I love you
Won't you dance with me to the blues
Pussycat, pussycat I love you
Darling, Let me get some loving due
He walked on some Saturday nights
Had some summer wine then asked me the time
There wasn't a woman he hadn't liked
But baby knew how to groove into it
And he liked telling me the same old thing:
Pussycat, pussycat I love you
Let's get lost in the desert dunes
Pussycat, pussycat I love you
I love you, pussycat, I do.
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
