She Moves Like A Red Streak Poem by Mark Money
She Moves Like A Red Streak
She moves like a red streak through the night
around the corners and over the tops of hills
peepin' back at me with brightness in her eyes.
how'm i sposed to know what's in her heart?
all i can see is what's with my eyes
that's all i know.
i can't play no games
when i say hey baby
i gotta go take a leak
well, she moves like a streak
she moves like a red streak.
© (1976—Tulsa, OK)
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