Met a fine red boned mami, she told me that her name was Lucille. Met her on Fountain Avenue sitting on a Cadillac Coupe de Ville. She said I'm a liar, a thief, a junkie and I used to be a whore.
She smelled like flowers, she tastes like toffee. She kissed me slowly, she held me softly. Got too close and she backed up off me. And left me stoned cold sober, just like black coffee.