Two notes and the chorus was already in the skin of those two
Her body sent out African flushes, he looked like a crocodile
The saxes pushed hard like gregarious cyclists on the run
And the song she went on more and more sunk in the air
Those two continued, the smell of colonials rose from her
Who came to him as if from one of those old-time grocery stores
Who kept the door open in front to spring
Someone nearby began to sneeze
The fan hummed immensely from the exhausted ceiling
The saxes, hypnotized by her movements spread out
Noises of rubber and paint, from him of leather
The lights flashed on the Pekingese face of the cashier
She smoked menthol, others sneezed without malice
And the song went elegant, the orchestra had started, took off
The musicians , one with the ceiling and the floor
Only the drummer in the shadows watched with evil glances
Those two danced well, a new cashier replaced the first one
This one had wolf-like eyes and he chewed Alescan sweets
That music continued, it was a song that said and didn't say
The orchestra swayed like a palm tree in front of a venerated sea
Those two knew by heart where they wanted to get to
/>A fifth character hesitated before sneezing
Then he took refuge in nothingness, it was an adult world
He was wrong as professionals

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