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Mystery Sauce

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

I wrote this song at a bowling alley in my small hometown in the Panhandle of FL/Lower Alabama

She blew into town on a one night Stand
Over eggs there was no one holding her hand
Just like the sauce
She became a mystery

Just like the sailors lined up for sea
She lined up their boots at the back door
Call her Mary
Call her the perfect ….
Just another heart kept in a jar

She was a lone wolf
You use to love that
Till you loved her
Till you lost it

She blew into town on a one night Stand
She was a lone wolf
You use to love that
Till you loved her
Till you lost it
She blew into town on a one night Stand
Over eggs there was no one holding her hand
Just like the sauce
She remained a Mystery

Em. D

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Andrew Russe said

Yeah… short but very powerful. Love the imagery.

OK - there’s only four so far. I want to hear MORE!! :)

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Gumbo said

Love it! Such great imagery in this one and my favourite of these three vignettes

Guest said

nice voice

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thetworegs said

Excellent

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JamesRaimondi said

For 1min long its a great performance.

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