Jacqueline Susann

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I want to meet her mother of invention Make her late for her Foucault convention Leering like a fresh parolee, a shore-leave sailor Reeling up my tongue Dirty pants, out-of-style glasses A credit overload of comp lit classes Sucking on a frozen latte, may as well just Suck my blood She yawns and the whole train lurches I want to gum up her plans Would that I was a book in her hands She's reading Ford Madox Ford And Jacqueline Susann Timid Chivalry at the turnstile Was that a smirk? Was that a smile? May only be as deep as skin But I'll know for certain if she lets me in She yawns and the whole world lurches I want to gum up her plans Would that I was a book in her hands Cry she's reading Ford Madox Ford And Jacqueline Susann Follow her to the escalator Follow her up the escalator Follow her down the escalator Watch her walk I want to gum up her plans Would that I was a book in her hands Cry she's reading Ford Madox Ford And Jacqueline Susann Jacqueline Susann Jacqueline Susann Jacqueline Susann