Good Brisk Blues
Mayo Thompson
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Poor darling Mary, alone with her blues
Her tongue it was out to kill her
After she had wished she were dead and her poor heart, it had bled
Her tongue it turned to silver
Give me a good brisk blues, to help me get my shoes
Back onto that path to glory
Read all maps and signs, and someday soon you will find
That you, too, know the story
Oh dearest [?] skirt and golden [?] shirt
And the bras and panties that are on their bodies
Are just like the face with the features in place
And reveal a sadness that electrifies me
From the canyon in your heart, the valley between your breasts
Comes your lifelike pageless pounding
And though I'm sometimes mad, and I might feel a little bad
There's no denying that angel sounding
Call him a waste, a kick in the face
Or any old pain that strikes you
But once they've gone it just won't be too long
Before you want them you'll have them back again
Back again
Well, platinum pumps and silk [?] lumps
Your blood flowing beneath your bodies
It's no surprise it just gives my heart a rise
When you bend down to tie your shoelace
Give me a good brisk blues, to help me get my shoes
Back onto that path to glory
Read all maps and signs, and someday soon you will find
That you, too, know the story
Her tongue it was out to kill her
After she had wished she were dead and her poor heart, it had bled
Her tongue it turned to silver
Give me a good brisk blues, to help me get my shoes
Back onto that path to glory
Read all maps and signs, and someday soon you will find
That you, too, know the story
Oh dearest [?] skirt and golden [?] shirt
And the bras and panties that are on their bodies
Are just like the face with the features in place
And reveal a sadness that electrifies me
From the canyon in your heart, the valley between your breasts
Comes your lifelike pageless pounding
And though I'm sometimes mad, and I might feel a little bad
There's no denying that angel sounding
Call him a waste, a kick in the face
Or any old pain that strikes you
But once they've gone it just won't be too long
Before you want them you'll have them back again
Back again
Well, platinum pumps and silk [?] lumps
Your blood flowing beneath your bodies
It's no surprise it just gives my heart a rise
When you bend down to tie your shoelace
Give me a good brisk blues, to help me get my shoes
Back onto that path to glory
Read all maps and signs, and someday soon you will find
That you, too, know the story
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