BUKOWSKY SONG

She was the lady of the room
She use a nice red dress
Her shoulder was my magic place
Her legs with hair and dry as hell
But fascinating like a muse of a drunk man

And I tell her …Bitch


She was a bitch, the prettiest one
With a cold sexy style
And the way She pronounced her name
with a corrosive tone and naughty voice
She drives me fast in the only way that She knows best

The smell of her crotch wasn’t classy
But nothing more that just fantastic
Like the song of an old snake
She was the most crazy red apple

And the way She takes me in her arms
Makes me feel the lucky one
She was my bitch
My beautiful star in the worst sky