Bourbon St.

The air was damp on Bourbon St.
I mean, just between our palms
A fancy way for two to meet
And so every story goes
One thing and then another
And the girl became my lover
"That's mine" she said
Oh no you don't!
And so it goes, and so on and so
The fairytale unfolds

But if there's a way for us to be lovers
In the midst of this domestic war
Then I'll find a way to get under your covers
Isn't that what the heat of the battle is for?

We washed the mud off all except our faces
Our homemade camouflage
We reminisce about all of the places
Where we made bourbon love
Last call for voodoo dolls
And potions to heal the sick
And so it goes and so on and so
The aftermath begins

Bourbon St. is where we'll make it
Bourbon St., where the boys get naked