There I was,
on a
Saturday Night,
working for the
F.B.I.
I was down town,
sitting in a nest of bad men,
sitting in a nest of bad men,
with whiskey bottles piling high.
Bootlegging boozers were on the west side of town.
Just about to call up the D.A. man,
to tell them about the people,
who are doing wrong.
When I heard this woman singing,
singing a song.
A pair of forty fives pistols,
opened my eyes.
Looking down those barrels,
She was a long cool woman in a black dress,
pointing a pair of guns at my chest.
Just five foot nine
and beautiful.
With just one look,
I was a bad mess.
Cause that long cool woman had it all.
Cause that long cool woman had it all.
Saw her heading towards a table,
walking like big black cat.
When Charlie said,
walking like big black cat.
When Charlie said,
"I hope that you're able boy."
Well,
I'm telling you,
Well,
I'm telling you,
I know,
she is where it's at!
Suddenly we heard a siren.
Everybody started to run.
Jumping out of doors
Suddenly we heard a siren.
Everybody started to run.
Jumping out of doors
and over tables.
I heard somebody shooting a gun.
I heard somebody shooting a gun.
The D.A. was cuffing my left hand,
She a holding my right.
I told her not to be scared,
because you're gonna be spared.
If I want to spend my life with a
long cool woman in a black dress,
She a holding my right.
I told her not to be scared,
because you're gonna be spared.
If I want to spend my life with a
long cool woman in a black dress,
I have to blow my cover to stop her arrest.
You know she had it all.
Just a five-nine,
you know she had it all.
Beautiful.
She had it all.
Had it all.
This is,
Thanking The Hollies For The Inspiration,
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“The deep black-cherry velvet made her skin look like porcelain, and
brought out the ruby fire of her hair. Black silk braiding trimmed the
modestly high neckline. More lengths of silk braiding defined the
vertical slash that went from neck to collarbone, affording a subtle
glimpse of white skin. No other adornment marred the simple lines of the
gown, except for the puffs of black silk that edged the hem of the
flowing skirt. It was an elegant garment, suitable for any lady of
quality.”
- Lisa Kleypas, -
- Lisa Kleypas, -
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