Stills

In fishnets her gams caught
any sucker she'd want.

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The alley fills with bottles & dice
clinking like sidebets, whisky on ice.

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Choose: heads you
win, tails I lose.

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At the taboo parlor
the sailor gets inked: Mother.

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She split so quick
I got motion sick.

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Dusk finds the sandlot empty
as a cage, outfielders flown away

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except for the third-hand jacket
warming home plate.

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My billboard forehead,
her name all over it.