From somewhere outside, I hear a
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Street vendor cry: ˇ°Filet gumbo!ˇ±
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From my window I see him, going
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Down the street and he don't know
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That we fell right to sleep
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In the damp tangled sheets so soon
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After love in the hot afternoon
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Now the bourbon street lady
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Sleeps like a baby in the shadows
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(In the shadows)
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She was new to me, full of mystery
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But now I know (but know I know)
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That she's just a girl
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And I'm just a guy, in a room
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For love in the hot afternoon
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We got high in the park
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This morning and we sat, without talkin'
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Then she came back here
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In the heat of the day, tired of walkin'
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Where under her breath
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She hummed to herself a tune
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Of love in the hot afternoon
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Love In The Afternoon
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| Dionne Warwick |
