Me Marlowe, you Jane.
... and then she sashayed into my lifeI want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Wry wisecracks and chiseled chin I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Rye whiskey and boyish grin. I could be your private eye And you, Bacall in satin gown I could be your rugged guy From down the seedy end of town. Call me up in d...