Love In The Hot Afternoon

From somewhere outside, I hear a
Street vendor cry “filet gumbo”
From my window I see him, going
Down the street and he don’t know
That she fell right to sleep
In the damp tangled sheets so soon
After love in the hot afternoon

Now the Bourbon Street lady,
Sleeps like a baby in the shadows
(in the shadows)
She was new to me, full of mystery,
But now I know (I know)
That she’s just a girl,
And I’m just a guy, in a room
For of love in the hot afternoon

We got high in the park,
This morning and we sat, without talkin’
Then we came back here,
In the heat of the day, tired of walkin’
Where under her breath,
She hummed to herself a tune
Of love in the hot afternoon