The Lady With The Alligator Purse

I went up and knocked on the door

Of the lady with the alligator purse

I was thirsty and hungry with a bad case of the nerves

"It's open!" she yelled

I was offered a seat, I sat

She was in the front room on a couch in a robe

I said "You never took my calls"

She said "I'm never home"

She was reading a novel

A paperback tome

She tossed it at me, said I could take it home

"There's no ending though, you might not find that cool"

I asked her why

She was terse

The lady with the alligator purse

The alligator purse



"You're all dressed all in a suit, it's so fucking hot

All looking like you're looking for something you ain't got

And I don't think you'd like this book"

"About why I'm here..."

I wanted to say, before things got worse

"You got anything for me in that alligator purse?"

She threw down a vial but turned down my cash

"I'd appreciate it if this visit would be my last"

"I don't really like you Jack

Not enough to give a damn

And not enough to ever want to see you again

I think you talk too much and your charm offends

But somehow you mean something to one or two of my friends

No I don't like you Jack

But I do like that book

So much that I don't want it to remind me of you

Fix yourself a drink, then find your way out"

Our relationship is in...

Well I am slow on the uptake, but quick with the cliches

Her robe was hanging open

I put my heart on my sleeve

"But where will I go?

What will I do?"

She slumped and looked at me like I'm looking at you

"Jack, you can go and ask the doctor

You can go and ask the nurse"

She smiled and closed her robe

"But you can't ask

The lady with the alligator purse

Not no more"

I nodded twice, walked over to the door

I guess I'll take my business

I guess I'll take my business

I guess I'll take my business

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Elsewhere