DAY
THIRTEEN
PURPLE
HAZE
He
beats and bangs her drums until she comes
And
flaps his wings and flies around the room
His
winkle-pickers tapping to the tune
He
introduces her to rock 'n' roll
He
strips and bares his soul and starts to sing
Some
people do seem to have such strange ways
When
she begins to weep his guitar plays
Some
people say this world is just a maze
He
tells her that there's nothing much to do
And
we're all living in a purple haze
Don't
listen to the things that people say
It's
Friday like any other Friday but
It's
Friday the thirteenth and that means that
Strange
things happen even stranger things are
Forecast
ask Hitchcock and Castro et al
And
all the different ones born on that day
He
beats and bangs her drums until she comes
And
flaps his wings and flies around the room
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