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Down in the cellar in the Boho
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh
Just another hard time with Negro affectations

I was a in rooms like this
I was working cheap
It's an old romance, the dance
Hasn't to sleep

But on the scuffle
The press was in my jeans
And any eye for
a little lace along the seams

And you were in the lot
Subterranean by own design
The of your style inscribed
On your for mine

Jesus was a beggar, He was rich in
And kept His head in all His glory
It's that some steps outside the Boho dance
a fascination for me

A pans the cocktail hour
Behind a blind of palms
And a lady in a Paris dress
runs in her nylons

You read those books where
Comes as a guest to take a
Books where in noble poverty
Go like to the grave

you get sensitive on me
'Cause I know you're just too
You couldn't step outside the Boho now
Even if fortune allowed

a priest with a pornographic watch
Looking and on the sly
Sure it's stricken your uniform
But you can't get it out of eyes

Nothing is in me
On side of town
The streets never really mine
Not mine, not mine, these gowns