I found Elvis in Oklahoma at the mall.
He sang to me about his Heartbreak Hotel
and I thought he’d slip me the key to his room
but Elvis, he just sang to me, that’s all.
He stayed alive long enough to say,
“What do you want with a mannequin anyway?”
I replied, “I love a man who doesn’t talk much,
who has nothing mean or bossy to say.”
“Well, ma’am,” he sighed,
“You ain’t got no grilled
banana/peanut butter sandwiches
in your hand and no offense, but
I’m dead and your hair is turning gray.”
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
I think I reblogged from the reader this thing is too funky for me! I hope it worked. ❤
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OMGosh I love this! So funny! I love a good silent mannequin ❤
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Thank you! He was dreamy too! XOXOX
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