Swapping Daisy Buchanan for Lady BrettDreams & visions traded for a martini glassThe swirls of ice resemble their heartsThe disappearing notion of the dignified classSo we raise a toast for decent luckThese three olives constitute her daily menuDancing off silently out onto the verandaSubtly becoming her own performance venue
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Spilling My Martini
I’m spilling my martini Like a drunken lout Don’t judge me, lady Know not what I’m about Merely seeing my words You only know what I tell I’ve never revealed scars Or invited you to my hell 
Taking Me Back
Taking me backCalifornia nights long agoPalm lined beachesThe prettiest I knowYouthful charm & bravadoFlirting down by the seaI’m taken back these daysBy the sounds of Social D
