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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, full of love in the hot afternoon, we got high in the park, this morning and we sat, without talkin', then she 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

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Artist: watson, gene