I know the floor’s just been cleaned, but come in here baby and kiss me with your shoes on.
I know you have a cold, but come in here baby and kiss me on the lips.
I know there’s no money in the bank, but baby, take me to Barcelona.
I know you can’t dance, but hold me in your arms and take me around the room.
I know I’m sad, but baby please forgive me. I’ll be laughing in a minute ... if you kiss me with your shoes on.
2 comments:
your blog has a nice feel. the fact that you too are a jazz fan and live in "the city" are just a couple of the things that made reading it sort of comfortable. The added fact that my much loved step-daughter also lives in Washington Heights (I was trying to determine where the old photo actually is) just added to it. Thanks for the fun tour of your life!
doc
Doc,
It's been real a surprise to find that such lovely people, who I don't even know, are enjoying this little blog. It really makes me happy.
Best,
Katie
PS: If it helps, the photo of Washington Heights was taken on 181st Street just east of Broadway.
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