Lorelei

She took his hand and she put it in hers
Wouldn’t be the last and was not the first
She sung her song and she spun him a curse
Cry out
For the loss of another

Her sea-green eyes never miss a trick
Those sweet mohitos pack quite a kick
Her careless smile cuts him to the quick
Cry out
For the loss of another

Lorelie, Lady Lorelie
Watch the dreams go by –
Drifters lost in the rain
Lorelie, Lady Lorelie
Chalk it up on high –
One more dupe for the dame

The streetlamps flicker, she picks up the tab
She’s got him flying with a sniff and a dab
All hips and bone in the back of the cab
Cry out
For the loss of another

You’re a beautiful child
You’ve got the voice of an angel
Boots of ebony tar, oh what’s the matter –
has Kafka got your tongue, my beautiful child?
You’ve got the voice of a devil
Take away your feather and chains
See how they run…

Lorelie, Lady Lorelie
Watch the dreams go by
Drifters lost in the rain
Lorelie, Lady Lorelie
Chalk it up on high
One more dupe for the dame

She took him well and the taking was fast
She shook him up, shook him from my mast
Was not the first; Will not be the last
Cry out
for the loss of another

Cry out for the loss of another

 

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