Call Me Darling


Lips aflame in passions red,
Eyes dolled up in black,
Dresses in the finest thread.
Hair that's taken back.
She opens up her love-crazed eyes,
Just to see the lights.
She hears the hollers, whoops, and cries.
The neons burning bright.

Chorus
You can call me darling, sweet,
She whispers to the man.
You can roam this fertile street.
But you must hold my hand.


Like the catwalk, slim and long,
She swings her hips from side-to-side,
With batty-eyes she hums a song,
dressed just like a blushing bride.
Digging in her five-inch heel,
She swoons over the floor,
Eyes that follow, kisses steal,
she's the stuff of lore.

Chorus
You can call me darling, sweet,
She whispers to the man.
You can roam this fertile street.
But you must hold my hand.

If you're lucky she will stay,
long enough to break your heart.
She will take your breath away,
and rip you all apart.

Try to catch her in your palm,
and keep her in your sight.
But you will see that won't last long,
for she's the lady of the night.

Chorus
You can call me darling, sweet,
She whispers to the man.
You can roam this fertile street,
but you must hold my hand.


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Audrey Loveland & Ronnie Jeffrey
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