The Capp Street Girls The Decemberists

Oh, the Capp Street girls
With their pretty curls and bows
And the lonely lights in their eyes
How I long to lie
On a summer's day in there
In the arms of the Capp Street girls

When I was young
I had thought
They're just pretty painted ladies
Waving fans from their chez lounge in Devans

But then I grew old
And I learned
Of the pleasures that were waiting
In their powdered bosoms
Bottomless
It was torture for a man
Should he land in the hands of the Capp Street girls

Oh, the Capp Street girls
Their pretty curls and bows
And the lonely light in their eyes
How I long to ride
On a summer's night in there
In the arms of the Capp Street girls