[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

It hasn't gone to sleep

[Chorus 1]

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 2]

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 3]

Like a priest with a pornographic watch

Looking and longing on the sly

Sure it's stricken from your uniform

But you can't get it out of your eyes

[Chorus 4]

Nothing is capsulized in me

On either side of town

The streets were never really mine

Not mine, not mine these glamour gowns