
I remember the first time I heard her sing
She walked on stage with the confidence of a Queen
Her skin was the color of coffee mixed with the right amount of cream
Finger waves graced her hair giving us a different version of Josephine Baker
The red dress she wore fitted her perfectly and stopped just at the ankles with matching heels
As her hand wrapped around the microphone, everyone silenced to hear her speak
The lights dimmed and the spotlight was on her
Witn a smooth sultry voice she welcomed us to the Savoy
The teasing of her eyes let us know we were in for a treat
The sway of her hips showed she was no stranger to a beat
And the singing reaching our ears had us all on our feet
We danced song after song
Until all too soon she thanked us for coming out
I left that night memorized by the beauty in the red dress and sultry voice
Years later it still brings me to my feet
Every Sunday after dinner in the middle of the living room floor
I put on a tune
Hold her close in my arms
And she sings to me
Just like she did when she was
The lady at the Savoy
Yes!!! Queen!
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Thank you, thank you (takes bow) ๐๐
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