Me Marlowe, you Jane.

I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Wry wisecracks and chiseled chin I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Rye whiskey and boyish grin.
I could be your private eye And you, Bacall in satin gown I could be your rugged guy From down the seedy end of town.
Call me up in dead of night Say you can’t sleep, we have to talk You heard a noise, gave you a fright "So come on down, the door ain’t locked."
As moonlight plays upon your hair I slip an arm around your waist I whisper something in your ear You gasp and blush and turn your face.
You curl your lip, say something smart I grab your arm “One moment miss.” You fire a put-down at my heart I pull you to me and we kiss.

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