At Cafe du Monde we sat with coffee
laughing at the drunks stumbling
their way through Jackson Square
while we smiled liquid grins dripping
with booze, lust, and powdered sugar
our own visions swirling in porcelain masks
At Cafe du Monde we sat with coffee
laughing at the drunks stumbling
their way through Jackson Square
while we smiled liquid grins dripping
with booze, lust, and powdered sugar
our own visions swirling in porcelain masks