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

I was a hopeful in like this
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
Caught a little lace along the

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

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

A camera pans the cocktail
Behind a of potted palms
And finds a lady in a dress
With runs in her

You read those books luxury
as a guest to take a slave
Books artists in noble poverty
Go like to the grave

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

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

Nothing is in me
On either side of
The streets were never really
Not mine, not mine, glamor gowns