Talk Of The Town.

I heard she killed a dozen men.

A mean fury of bullets rained down upon the Cadillacs.

I can only assume she knows what she is doing.

When the men in suits died, clutching onto their snap brim hats, they screamed her name.

A lover and a fighter.

“Little princess” was the talk of the town.

I heard she blew her solid cash.

I also heard she’s able to die within.

“Meet the new boss” they all cried downstairs.

Because the bodies will lay down and each cry will lay loose.

When the bullets hit the bone.