Hip. Cool. Smooth. Lovers. Ah, you guys. You fool me not. I see the black hats and beyond. Hearts of gold swing to the rhythm of life and love. Smiles hidden behind eyes wide. Improved romance on a late night’s jaunt. Scat, daddy’o. Shimmy on closer. Ancient are the tunes that beat in your night to rythms new that excite and blow. Kill it with caresses true and speak easy with me. Let me mix with ancient arts these few old loves into what you need to close the night. Whisky from the Emerald Isle, cream fresh and thick, chocolate mixed were all cooked, till I stand here before you now and pour into cups hot, brewed and fresh. With care for you I top it all with clouds so white. Let the mixture warm your thoughts as hands are clasped in love.