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[Apr. 8th, 2003|12:35 pm]
"Tuesday Night"
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but she plays bass in a band called "major tom's oats"
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(she's a friend of a friend of his tuesday blind date)
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her fingers bend so deftly on the bluest blue notes
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her smile mid-solo kills him, and helpless, he waits

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for the sight of her redly brown hair swinging
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to the same time as her feet
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and her lips so intently pressed to one another
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at the five-chord's delicious heat

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though his date rests unimpressed with the set so far
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(she's into more top-40 fare)
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he's fallen under, captive to those magic twelve bars
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two hours missing when he comes up for air

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