Sweet-talking Sister Downtown

Sweet talking Sister Downtown short poem

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I got a sweet-talking sister downtown,
She knows how to swing.
She plays guitar and a bit of jazz and blues,
And if she met you,
She’d just be lookin’ for a fling.

I got a sweet-talking sister downtown,
She knows how to pull.
She’s got hips and curves and big blue eyes,
You should realise,
Her heart ain’t full.

I got a sweet-talking sister downtown,
She’s a danger to you men.
She can dance all night but by morn,
She’ll have gone,
And who knows when.

I got a sweet-talking sister downtown,
She enters with a smile and you leave with a frown,
I got a sweet-talking sister downtown
And she’ll make a fool out of you in no time.
She’ll tell you lies so that you spin her a line,
You’ll be tight within her fingers like a bottle of wine,
You’ll think that you’re safe and you’ll think that you’re fine
But my sweet-talking sister is sweet-talking other misters
Downtown, downtown, downtown
I got a sweet-talking sister downtown.

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