Baudelaire

Lily White, she was walking and talking, as usual, out on the floor
While Ruby was deep into her pantomime
Me, I just stood staring at my reflection in my glass of bourbon over by the door
Still couldn't find those friends of mine

When Ruby turned and pirouetted
Like a ghost dancer up the marble stair
I felt myself set free in a city without weather
And my own dream of Baudelaire

Now Lily White, she leans so close to you and whispers
And you will see diamonds falling all around her mouth
Ah, but Ruby moves her lemon-scented body
Just like the breezes from the south

So somehow, I got tangled
Oh, tangled in her long red hair
And I woke up to the taste of danger
Feeling such a lot like Baudelaire

Here comes the night to fill my glass just one more time
While all the lovely ladies, they get up and they adjourn to the show
And my head is so anointed with the blood and the wine
That I almost seem to know

Of all the secrets that are on the holy street
Where the vagrants they come down and go
And of the secrets in the eyes of cats and other vagrant lovers
Where the cruel waters flow

But Ruby seemed to know the secrets as old as the ages
Of the blood and wine flowing in the fountains on the city square
And I crawled to her to be drowned and driven
Feeling such a lot like Baudelaire
With the vanity of Baudelaire
Ah, feeling such a lot like Baudelaire