Clare

My baby’s love is called Clare
Serpentine seductress, I can’t compare
My baby’s love is merciless to me
Wailing like a hussy and laughing drunkenly
But over the rooftops when the stars prickle the skies
London is sleeping and the Mississippi moon shines
I hear them making love
I hear them making love
Clare was born in New Orleans
She grew up in the bars of Bourbon Street
Back in the days of Marie Laveau
She learnt the ways of that old voodoo
But over the rooftops when the stars prickle the skies
London is sleeping and the Mississippi moon shines
I hear them making love
I hear them making love
I hear them making love
I hear them making love