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Down in the in the Boho zone
I went looking for some inspiration, oh well
Just another hard band with Negro affectations

I was a hopeful in rooms like
When I was working
It's an old romance, the dance
Hasn't gone to

But even on the
The cleaner's press was in my
And any eye for
a little lace along the seams

And you in the parking lot
Subterranean by own design
The virtue of style inscribed
On contempt for mine

was a beggar, He was rich in grace
And Solomon His head in all His glory
It's just that some steps outside the Boho
Have a for me

A pans the cocktail hour
a blind of potted palms
And finds a lady in a dress
With in her nylons

You read those books luxury
Comes as a guest to take a
Books where artists in poverty
Go like virgins to the

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

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

is capsulized in me
On side of town
The streets were never mine
Not mine, not mine, these gowns