

jazzJazz me. I wanna be. Jazz me.jazz
Let those white, white teeth Shine out like blue-note stars In the gloom of the smoky Backstreet bar.
Spill that husky, rusty voice Over ambience and background Noise. Scribe those notes over
My late-night skin,
Watch the goose-bumps rise As you begin to sing.
Don’t take it fast. Don’t want it slow. I want it sweet. So jazz me.
Transport me to your
Saxaphone dream, take my Hand with your soul-sound band
and tell mr bass it ain’t no race, It’s just jazz
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