Driving through them haunts, love to see her play.
A cloak and a hat and a camera, but he still can't get a name.
Day by day he's a typical man, you see a gumshoe night by night.
The client will pay an inordinate sum if he get's some info right.
Shot rings out on Jefferson, near the Late Night Books n' Wine.
Boys are selling literature, you know the powdered kind.
Heartbeat is racing but you don't know how,
You step so close to death, but the two of you never met.
Oh and the leather gods gave her a gift to find the best place to put a slug of lead.
Got the crooked ones checking their beds.
Oh but you can't believe what you see with your eyes.
Under the green and yellow glow from the Cash 4 Gold sign.
Beautiful creature, how you move in the night.
She really cleans up the place and then she'll vanish from sight.
Cloaked man steadies his gaze, follows her into the haze.
Quietly she slipped away and then he knew he had to stop.
Wrapped up in leather from head to toe, she made his heart beat oom pa pa.
White as a bone and born to roam.
For a moment does evade.
The eye of the man, they narrow just as he feels her grazing blade.
Steady hand and voice the same, smokey and demure.
You'll have two mouths if you refuse, so who you working for?
credits
from Last Days of Magic,
released October 14, 2016
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