Song | Love in the Afternoon |
Artist | Dionne Warwick |
Album | Love at First Sight |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 (In the shadows) | |
She was new to me, full of mystery | |
But now I know (but know I know) | |
That she's just a girl | |
And I'm just a guy, in a room | |
For 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 |
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 In the shadows | |
She was new to me, full of mystery | |
But now I know but know I know | |
That she' s just a girl | |
And I' m just a guy, in a room | |
For 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 |
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 In the shadows | |
She was new to me, full of mystery | |
But now I know but know I know | |
That she' s just a girl | |
And I' m just a guy, in a room | |
For 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 |