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Hey There / If You Win You Lose |
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Who are you in the other hours
When your hair's undone
And your guard's let down
When you're all alone in your all nightgown
Are you the life of the party then?
Sitting by yourself, again
Where are you in the other hours
Are you in a secret place that calls
When you're by yourself with in your walls
Are you undressed with someplace to go
Off to catch your private show
Why do you greet the morning
Draping your heart in a shroud
Why must your life be a sideshow
Played to an ignorant crowd
How are you, in the other hours
Do you pray for morning to arrive
Do you wonder how you can stay alive
Are you at peace in a troubled mind
Hoping no one else would find
You're only playing dumb
'til the other hours come
[Piano]
Who do you think you're fooling
Turning your face from the light
Clearly you're turning to something
that are revealed by the night
What are you in the other hours
Are you queen of some abandoned song
Thinking how your crown of jewels had shone
You're sitting there with no one to reign
You think no one sees your pain
And no one hears your drum
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Why you
Goin’ to the bayou
She don’t wanna be by you
If you gonna waste the day
Give her
The Mississisppi River
The Mississisppi River
And the voodoo in the vieux carre
She’ll fret
Walkin’ on the banquette
Walkin’ on the banquette
Is too refined for her
Her feet
Need to meet Canal Street
And only on Canal Street
Can she dance
She’s always been partial
To a great grand marshall
She’ll sing a capella
To dance with the man
With that fine umbrella
She’s bored
Sittin’ in the third ward
Sittin’ in the third ward
Is much too slow
Meet her
In a club on St. Peter
And she’ll be a little sweeter
Just go ahead and treat her
You’ll be so in awe
Take her to the Mardi Gras
Fancy
Dinner plans will make he antsy
Anyone who knows her can see
That’s not her thing
She’ll eat
Okra, turkey necks and pigs feet
Okra, turkey necks and pigs feet
And a spicy chicken wing
You’ll say They say
When you see a lady who’ll say
Come on laissez bon temps rouler
She’s quite a catch
Step right up
You don’t have to put a fight up
All you need to do is light up
You’ve met your match
She’ll be in her garters
When she walks down Chartres
Nothing could elate her
Greater than a plat eof
Alligator down Decatur
Her brand
Of a good time is a brass band
Which is very middle class and
Not there for show
You can see them in the treme
And if she could just see them play
It would be the very best day
That she ever saw
Take her to the Mardi
Take her to the Mardi
Take her to the Mardi
Take her to the Mardi Gras
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