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She Came Back
In the black Cadillac.
The day she came back in the black Cadillac
Is a day I won’t forget
Neither will the others
Much to their regret.
She sat in the back of the black Cadillac
Smoke drifted through the air.
Next to her sat her black Siamese cat.
She wore a silver hairpin in her hair.
She may have looked neat, sweet, and elite.
But her mind moved in a monotone pitch.
Up front sat a man, a tattoo on his hand
Who didn’t know who, what or which?
The decision was made, like sweet lemonade.
With the silver hairpin in her hand
She said slow down and stop right here
Do what I say, do you understand?
She opened the door to even the score
And kicked it closed with her high-heeled shoe.
You see, she was mean and added more cream.
When she told her driver, you know what to do.
With the cat in her arms, she approached
The doorman at the Belle-a-Vue
And before he could whistle sweet Monday…
