carol anne jackson' seka' tawny pearl' screen tests' solo'

with some mellow chicks at the gin mill down the street just to get some kicks.

We sat down at a table, the cover was a deuce, the band was swinging in the mood,

"Bring us all some juice."

We started lushing, the chicks got high, but they weren't high enough,

'cause we whispered love words in their ears.