She sings like an angel, but oh, that black dress, just enough
at the top to keep my attention, even as she sings about Metropole, bobbing up
and down on stage like a cork, the band playing on behind her, beside her, more
than just eye candy, and I think maybe she did not tell the whole truth about the
role she played, giving the band leader a peck on the cheek before slipping
into another song, Papa won’t you dance with me, he playing the role of papa as
he takes her into his arms, but oh, that black dress, as vibrant as a rare
jewel, all this years before I knew her, although I watch over and over,
hearing her voice in my head long after the film clip expires, seeing her in
that black dress deep into my dreams.
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