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BIG HIPS BLUES SINGER

I enjoy opera
Mozart relieves my stress,
Hamilton was amazing
and some country passes the test.
MUSIC!
But I must confess
there's a little blues club
tucked away on Burbon street
where I get my music high.
Every weekend in New Orleans
she sings in the Bayou Blues Club.
SHE
The big flared hips blues lady
takes me from the valleys
to the mountain top
with her guitar and blues songs
She turns the bayou every
color from red, white, and BLUE
Dressed in skin-tight blue pants
revealing heaven's gates
her raw and lusty blues songs
make me want to enter those
alluring but secret private doors.
When she sings "Rock Me Baby"
it takes all my willpower to control
my friend who wants to move.
OH!
Oh, the magic of the big hips
blues singer ... please tease me
in those tight BLUE pants
all night long...Blue is my favorite
color, all because of HER.
PLEASE!
Will you rock me all night long?