Detective
@C. Lee with a Hawaiian unbuttoned shirt, one can see hair on his nips. A gold crucifix hangs from his beer can chest. Mustache is lookin' good.
He snorts a white powdered substance, (but totally not cocaine.)
The redhead on the dance floor with a snugged dress catches his sight.
He one-two steps in a circle around her and whispers to her ear:
C.lee: "Come on home, girl", he said with a smile
You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile
But try to understand
Try to understand
Try, try, try to understand
I'm a magic man"
Her cheeks turn red, but she whispers back:
Redhead: ''Mama says she's worried, growing up in a hurry, yeah.''
Detective C lee: You eighteen?
Redhead: Just right
Detective Clee: Tell your mama I'm the magic man with the magic hands.
Mama calls: "Come on home, girl", Mama cried on the phone
"Too soon to lose my baby yet, my girl should be at home"
Redhead: But try to understand, Try to understand,Try, try, try to understand,
He's a magic man, Mama,
Ah, he's a magic man