[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
Hasn't gone to sleep

[Chorus]
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]
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]
Like a priest with a pornographic watch
Looking and longing on the sly
Sure it's stricken from your uniform
But you just can't get it out of your eyes

[Chorus]
Nothing is capsulized in me
On either side of town
The streets were never really mine
Not mine, not mine, these glamor gowns

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