Like A SHOT to the head

Like a SHOT to the head 

Smokey cigar scent fills da club
Call girls singing and dancin in their hot tub
Singing Jazz n Blue to the crumby boyz inside
Where is there for me to go and hide?

My name is Rita n I sang da blues
To all ma people out der who ain't go no clues
I sing so their woe's will disapear,
And in their hearts they show no fear

ol mama rag time
the band plays the chime
Man behind the bar selling whisky
To the guys who are all frisky

A dollar here a dime there
An old Black man at me he stares
He loves Rita but what is a girl to do
I have so many men, they all call me their boo?

Time my shift has ended
A new man I have befriended
Back to old Manhattan shack,
Rita knows to watch her back!!

Copyright © 2010 Maria Elkington by two publishers