hot flash from Sweeping Beauties by John King Cave

she came from indonesia—long, long way from home. she been to chichen itza, moscow, and rome. she got whirpool eyes and midnight in her soul, and you’re one good time from losing all control.

she’s a high-stakes roller; it’s in her veins. and you’re a one-trick pony she likes to play. you’ve got miles to go before you ever start to know.

your baby’s a hot flash, gone with the wind, dancing like a desert storm. you’ve got to be a madman to think that girl is yours. you get one chance to love her—when she’s gone, she’s gone. she always gets the last laugh when the morning comes.

you'll be singing, where did she go? tell me where did she go? baby where did she go? where did she go when your dream flew solo?

some say she’s a magician, master of the puppet show. she never asks permission; she takes control. she got a smile like venus, and a rage like kali too. everything she touches turns mostly blue.

well, you think you’ll save her, or change her ways, but you’re the one in danger. she can’t be tamed by a boy like you. i really thought she loved me too.

your baby’s a hot flash, gone with the wind, dancing like a desert storm. you’ve got to be a madman to think that girl is yours. you get one chance to love her—when she’s gone, she’s gone. she always gets the last laugh when the morning comes.

you'll be singing, where did she go? tell me where did she go? baby where did she go? where did she go when your dream flew solo?

• Folk
• Albuquerque