Lyrics

[Verse 1] Down in the cellar in the Boho Zone I went looking for some sweet inspiration Oh well, just another hard-time band With Negro affectations I was a hopeful in rooms like this When I was working cheap It's an old romance, the Boho dance It hasn't gone to sleep [Chorus 1] But even on the scuffle The cleaner's press was in my jeans And any eye for detail Caught a little lace along the seams [Verse 2] And you were in the parking lot Subterranean by your own design The virtue of your style inscribed On your contempt for mine Jesus was a beggar, he was rich in grace And Solomon kept his head in all his glory It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance Have a fascination for me [Chorus 2] A camera pans the cocktail hour Behind a blind of potted palms And finds a lady in a Paris dress With runs in her nylons [Verse 3] You read those books where luxury Comes as a guest to take a slave Books where artists in noble poverty Go like virgins to the grave Don't you get sensitive on me 'Cause I know you're just too proud You couldn't step outside the Boho dance now Even if good fortune allowed [Chorus 3] Like a priest with a pornographic watch Looking and longing on the sly Sure it's stricken from your uniform But you can't get it out of your eyes [Chorus 4] Nothing is capsulized in me On either side of town The streets were never really mine Not mine, not mine these glamour gowns