the bar band is playing summertime where the lights are low
i'm skipping 'round now
bar to bar
wondering where to go
i'm on my way to 'frisco bay from a port in new orleans
i'm walking 'round to satisfy on account of ms. louise
though i knew she could devour all of my heart in an hour
even in dreams i'd have
though i always knew i would lose her and turn into a substance abuser
doris day
you got such a cold-blooded way
i recall the posted wall and the theatre shows
and the gloomy dressing room and the bullet holes
can i really trust you