Tramuda Blues
A drink
Bombay on the rocks
A smile
Money for the jukebox
If I deserved love
I’d see you more often
But you’re slippery and sharp
Too much alive for this ol’ timer
If not for the ghost of your eyes
I’d call you a dream
Tramuda Blues
A drink
Bombay on the rocks
A smile
Money for the jukebox
If I deserved love
I’d see you more often
But you’re slippery and sharp
Too much alive for this ol’ timer
If not for the ghost of your eyes
I’d call you a dream
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Who is the lovely in the sixties ‘do? Thanks for sharing. e/s
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosie_and_the_Originals
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