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 we 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

She was new to me  full of mystery but now I know

That she’s just a girl and I’m just a guy in a room

For love in the hot afternoon

We got high in the park  this morning and we sat without talking

Then we came back here in the heat of the day tired of walking

Where under her breath she hummed to herself a tune

Of Love in the hot afternoon