Baudelaire Lyrics - Peter Laughner

Lily White, she was walking and talking, as usual, out on the floor 

While Ruby was deep into her pantomime 

Me, I just stood staring at my reflection in my glass of bourbon over by the door 

Still couldn't find those friends of mine 

When Ruby turned and pirouetted 

Like a ghost dancer up the marble stair 

I felt myself set free in a city without weather 

And my own dream of Baudelaire 

Now Lily White, she leans so close to you and whispers 

And you will see diamonds falling all around her mouth 

Ah, but Ruby moves her lemon-scented body 

Just like the breezes from the south 

So somehow, I got tangled 

Oh, tangled in her long red hair 

And I woke up to the taste of danger 

Feeling such a lot like Baudelaire 

Here comes the night to fill my glass just one more time 

While all the lovely ladies, they get up and they adjourn to the show 

And my head is so anointed with the blood and the wine 

That I almost seem to know 

Of all the secrets that are on the holy street 

Where the vagrants they come down and go 

And of the secrets in the eyes of cats and other vagrant lovers 

Where the cruel waters flow 

But Ruby seemed to know the secrets as old as the ages 

Of the blood and wine flowing in the fountains on the city square 

And I crawled to her to be drowned and driven 

Feeling such a lot like Baudelaire 

With the vanity of Baudelaire 

Ah, feeling such a lot like Baudelaire