´Once upon a time...when the cold wind that blows,
when the cold wind that blows in my heart
was a summer breeze & she would meet me in Chinatown
for opium and tea.....and she always bought me flowers.
But I spared you those old ballads, songs that I coudn´t play
but every giro day, she´d dress me like a ladyboy
and take me out of the way
don´t let the horse/whores chase the New Deal away
If we make love in the morning - your eyes look like two marbles in your head....
Lady don´t fall backwards...´