The colour of her hair
proved she didn’t care
Her solefull sigh
Promised someone would die;
A scared looking man pulled up a chair,
She sauntered over like the head witch doctor
He tried to pretend he didn’t care
But she knew that he had mocked her.
Before he got to say his say
She pulled a thirty eight and blew him away.
Everyone recognized a train wreck,
Hit the deck,
What the heck
A dirty coat’s beats a bullet in the neck.
She strolled out of the café
Iced a cop with the still smoking shooter
Muttered, ‘Guess I’m on my way.’
Jerked a kid of a Vespa scooter
Gunned the motor, left with a roar
Aint no one aint seen her any more.
Pic Nick Vic Words Mike Lesser