Downtown Dallas in a Moment of Doom
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Downtown Dallas in a Moment of Doom
I love the way that black and white photographs take you back in your mind to places that you have been. In fact it can put you into the mood and setting of a time you only know by an old movie you saw pieces of.
Can’t you see the private detective
The one that works only alone
The girl who needs to be protected
He snaps out his answers on the phone
He has a classic car and nice clothes
She has a dress with a button on her chest
He has so many secrets that nobody knows
She lays like a sleepy angel trying to rest
A tough guy and a girl who is in trouble
He takes her out for a drink and has the usual
In fact he says make it a double
She orders a whiskey on rocks
Then they would walk the streets were a shy lock
Would run him down and demand that he pay up
The detective would look down his fedora at him
The shy lock seeing anger in his eyes would laugh
high pitched and annoying cackle.
High strung and crazy in beat
He would quickly disappear down the street
If this story took place today the girl in the
restroom she would snort a couple lines
He would find out from a search she had a kid
And for both of them that would be fine
