[Verse 1]
Down in the cellar in the Boho Zone
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well
Just another hard time band with Negro affectations
I was a hopeful in rooms like this
When I was working cheap
It's an old romance, the Boho dance
Hasn't gone to sleep
[Chorus]
But even on the scuffle
The cleaner's press was in my jeans
And any eye for detail
Caught a little lace along the seams
[Verse 2]
And you were in the parking lot
Subterranean by your own design
The virtue of your style inscribed
On your contempt for mine
Jesus was a beggar, He was rich in grace
And Solomon kept his head in all his glory
It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance
Have a fascination for me
[Chorus]
A camera pans the cocktail hour
Behind a blind of potted palms
And finds a lady in a Paris dress
With runs in her nylons
Down in the cellar in the Boho Zone
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well
Just another hard time band with Negro affectations
I was a hopeful in rooms like this
When I was working cheap
It's an old romance, the Boho dance
Hasn't gone to sleep
[Chorus]
But even on the scuffle
The cleaner's press was in my jeans
And any eye for detail
Caught a little lace along the seams
[Verse 2]
And you were in the parking lot
Subterranean by your own design
The virtue of your style inscribed
On your contempt for mine
Jesus was a beggar, He was rich in grace
And Solomon kept his head in all his glory
It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance
Have a fascination for me
[Chorus]
A camera pans the cocktail hour
Behind a blind of potted palms
And finds a lady in a Paris dress
With runs in her nylons
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