She walks with a smile, turns her head as she frowns.
I'll never know what she thinks about.
She's short and mean when she has to be, says she won't get hurt by the worthless things.
She fills the air like it's Bourbon Street,
she says it's only just a dream.
It's just like me to drown in the years
with a map to Baton Rouge.
Don't ask me why cause I can't believe it's not already obvious.
I think you know when you look at me,
I know,
this love is a mystery.
The sweetest ache of the joy you bring,
the span of time falls at my feet,
still I keep this dear to me,
this love,
this mystery.