live performance

My rough voice mixing with her soft lips over a beat tapped on empty barrels. "Every thug needs a lady," she whispered. Eyes sparkling in the dim light... and then all of a sudden!

A dark silhouette emerged from the shadows. That expensive jacket sleeve exposed an outstretched hand. "Come along, Ms. Swifty," she said. As I heard that last step fade away so did my soul... years later I'd have to cross an ocean just for a chance at love, again.

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This booking is for a three song peformance. Tell me what you want, I'll give you what you need.