Baton Rouge Lou Reed

When I think of you Baton Rouge
I think of a Mariachi band
I think of sixteen and a crisp green football field
I think of a girl I never had

When I think of you Baton Rouge
I think of a back seat in a car
Windows are foggy and so are we
As the police asked for our I.D

So helpless
So helpless

Ooohhh, ooohhh, so helpless
Ooohhh, so helpless
Ooohhh, so helpless
So helpless

Well I once had a car lost it in a divorce
The judge was a woman of course
She said give her the car and the house and your taste
Or else I set the trial date

So now when I think of you Baton Rouge
And the deep southern belles with their touch
I wonder where love ends and hate starts to blush
In the fields in the swamps in the rush