She’s very Clara Bow
She’s very Sally Bowles
Decadent, but artistically so
Angelic, some would say.
Who knows?
She dances to the music
Not counting beats
Or dollars or moves
And, it’s kind of sweet
They say she’s broken more hearts
Up and down the line
By simply paying them little mind
And all her best shots are in black and white
Is she even a child of the neon night?
The girls all gossip
Hell, women are mean
But they can’t get a handle on Lil Laurine
Some say she’s been to Paris
Some say she’s been to Rome
Some say she left with a leftist poet
But she came back alone
She’s wined and dined at Chez Josephine
Jean Claude is a friend of hers, indeed
She’s known all around Rue Bourbon
For the things they say she hasn’t done
Because she really can dance
It’s no gyno show
She aint in it for the twos
The young boys throw
Her regulars, with Beaux Arts pretensions
Come into the club with dual intentions
While they heap their praise on Lil Laurine
The other girls feel viewed ironically
Savannah thinks if they had their way
Only Lil Laurine would take the stage
But Savannah can’t parlez vous France
And the hustle’s how she gets her way
But Lil Laurine’s different, I can’t say why
As she flirts with the moon and charms night.
By Danny Wayne Cotton