Me Marlowe, you Jane.


Published 8 years ago

I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man
Wry wisecracks and chiseled chin
I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man
Rye whiskey and boyish grin.

I could be your private eye
And you, Bacall in satin gown
I could be your rugged guy
From down the seedy end of town.

Call me up in dead of night
Say you can’t sleep, we have to talk
You heard a noise, gave you a fright
“So come on down, the door ain’t locked.”

As moonlight plays upon your hair
I slip an arm around your waist
I whisper something in your ear
You gasp and blush and turn your face.

You curl your lip, say something smart
I grab your arm “One moment miss.”
You fire a put-down at my heart
I pull you to me and we kiss.

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