7 acessos
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From somewhere outside, I hear a street vendor cry \"filet gumbo\"
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From my window I see him, going down the street and he don't know
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That we fell right to sleep in the damp tangled sheets so soon
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After love in the hot afternoon
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Now the Bourbon street lady, sleeps like a baby in the shadows
B A E
She was new to me, full of mystery, but now I know
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That she's just a girl, and I'm just a guy, in a room
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For love in the hot afternoon
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We got high in the park, this morning and we sat, without talkin'
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Then she came back here, in the heat of the day, tired of walkin'
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Where under her breath, she hummed to herself a tune
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Of love in the hot afternoon
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