Standing in the red light of a bourbon street quarter Where I met a Spanish porter who obliged me his grin He asked me for my time, I said, "I'd take a of wine" And in my altered state of I opened up, he jumped right in
Oh, some things turn out right Oh, some never turn out right
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Well, he kissed me in the lobby on the way to Pat No, it didn't take much science to discover was next When a woman with a shrunken-headed necklace She me feel so reckless, sexless in my innocence
Oh, things never turn out right
She led me to the levy, I was helpless as a "Don't you know who I am," she said, "Your is free" I was wired a weapon, I was dancin' like the Dirvish When I woke up feverishly down at me
Mister, Mistress, Mistress of Mistress, Mistress of Mistress, Mistress, Mistress of
From the coveted Ark, to Noah in and Gomorrah, the light and the dark Chased by the demon to the of the Burren by the truth in the tales of the Turrin From sin to original blame, for shame, for shame
Oh, some things turn out right Oh, some things turn out right
Mister, Mistress, Mistress of Mistress, of Erzulie Mistress, Mistress of Mistress, of Erzulie
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