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bus stop desperados ~ w/Black Velvet Rose

I saw her at the bus stop.

nice briefcase. she probably keeps a vibe in there,
takes it to the ladies room on coffee-break, a little
tingle to brighten her day.

yeah, I�m a dirty dog in my suit & tie disguise. I know
your secret, baby. under that DKNY lady-boss outfit,
you�re a good-time girl, free & easy.

how many hot rods have parked in that jasmine-scented
public garden of yours? one for every kiss-off from your
gypsy-red mouth, I�ll bet.

you�ve had some bullet trains squeeze into your perfect
caboose, baby, I can tell. Come on, baby, punch my ticket
& blow my whistle�

Damn! she�s looking at me, better put on my boy scout smile.

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I saw him at the bus stop.

cell to his ear, would say business is not all
he takes care of on that, excusing himself from
a meeting for some naughty stroking in his office.

I'm a seductress with an innocent smile, wanna ride
that pony, baby, gallop through on that Armani saddle,
slip that tie around my neck and pull those reigns.

wonder how many rode that saddle, sitting high?
sighing with every kiss of those fingers, pulling on the reigns,
have you made them bite the bit?

I know you have had a few pure-breeds, it shows
within that palomino smile, dress me up, baby,
I�ll be your jockey any day.

licking my lips, look at that smile.