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Black Madonna Eyes
Black Madonna Eyes
Blue jeaned honey drop of heaven
Prances busily as a bee
A coffee wielding Calypso
Dips with precocious posterior
Posed behind cashier lass
So while she rings him up
His eyes feel the urgency
Of her crescent moonrise
He feels the same excitement
When as a kid in New Orleans
He built a fire to explode oyster shells
And her luster is that of mother of pearl
But her eyes dark as the Black Madonna
Painted in a Polish monastery
Where mysteries find a foothold
To climb the mountain of solitude
Upon whose summit marriage waits
On a night when the air heavy with coffee
Blue jeaned honey drop of heaven
Prances busily as a bee
A coffee wielding Calypso
Dips with precocious posterior
Posed behind cashier lass
So while she rings him up
His eyes feel the urgency
Of her crescent moonrise
He feels the same excitement
When as a kid in New Orleans
He built a fire to explode oyster shells
And her luster is that of mother of pearl
But her eyes dark as the Black Madonna
Painted in a Polish monastery
Where mysteries find a foothold
To climb the mountain of solitude
Upon whose summit marriage waits
On a night when the air heavy with coffee
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