would marc brown do? the
as she drove him home.
she pulled over under a dirty frisco streetlight.
she had a secret that she didnt think hed find out.
one thing you need to know about sonny i. lavista
he eventually finds everything out.
then he tells you.
i had a great time tonight he said
yeah me too that movie was so good she said
sonny liked all kinds of girls
she happened to be from hawaii
she was japanese and a photographer
at the federal agency that they both worked at.
he leaned over to kiss her and she
well, she closed her eyes
and sucked in her full hawaiian lips
are you saying you dont want a kiss?
she opened her eyes but kept her mouth shut
she knew he'd say something
come on, maui, we're both young, single, smart, single.
she kept quiet.
kissing's the best, i'll show ya. it's easy when you try.
she smiled. she'd been laughing all night. but remained silent.
oh, i see, you've never kissed a black guy.
so? she said.
so maybe you're stuck up.
im not stuck up.
if it werent for the radio softly playing the latest
depeche mode single they'd have only heard the dull
groans of a local street gentleman standing up for
the first time since passing out early in the day.
i dont have to prove anything to you.
good then kiss me. you know you want to.
it's written all over your face.
and whats that, you want what? now im reading your mind.
kiss me, halekalahea. kiss me like you want to.
he leaned over and she leaned away.
he caught a whiff of her perfume
it was Poison by Dior
he knew cuz his true love once wore it.
kiss me, you fool. he said again and he puckered up good.
she looked at him and shook her head in disbelief.
why do you want to kiss me so badly
she asked and sneered at him
and he looked at her
and checked her out
and said cuz it would be so good
right now and you know it too.
said, maybe next time