He was a stranger;
He was lost up in pont chartrain
Said he was looking for a pretty smile;
Would i oblige?
I obliged.
A little voice said: 'danger.'
But it's sunday in pont chartrain
I'm fanning myself down in blue rose park.
He comes by;
Wrinkled shirt.
Piece of work.
I oblige.
Beautiful,
I'd never seen such beautiful,
I'd never seen such arrogance,
I'd never seen such loneliness.
He comes along so powerful,
I'd never felt so powerless.
I'd never seen such beautiful...
And then i'm looking at him.