by Jane Noponen Perinacci
Thursday, May 17, 2012
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In remembrance of Donna Summer and her 45 r.p.m. record, "Bad Girls".
There was just no stoppin' Casey
She was wild and fancy free
List'nin' to some stuff called disco
Showin' all the moves to me
I remember one day past now
Casey got a forty-five
Dancin' to a song called "Bad Girls"
Made her feel so damn alive
There she was singin' her heart out
B.B. gun done caught her eye
So she picked it up and thought that
She would give that bitch a try
She was aiming at a stop sign
Wasn't gonna slow her down
Turned that shiny steel around while
"Bad Girls" drowned out that shot's sound
Hell, that sweet trigger it came back
B.B. raced across the street
It went flying by a window
While she danced on to the beat
There's a story that some bad boy
Lived behind that window there
Said the "Bad Girls" moved young Casey
Givin' that bad boy a scare
The bad boy he disappeared then
He left town without a trace
Donna Summer and those "Bad Girls"
Put a smile on Casey's face
Jane Noponen Perinacci
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Good memories and a fine tribute to Donna, Jane. Thank you for sharing it. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|What a scream in the honor of Donna! I get the sneaking suspicion that this is a true story. If it is, Casey must've got you in trouble more than once. You sure put a smile on my face. Great writing.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Bad Girl / Bad Guy seems to me they would have gotten together and been double bad.|