Lorelie-Gwyneth Herbert

She took his hand and she Put it in hers Wouldn’t be the last and was Not the first She sung her song and she Spun him a curse Cry out For the loss of another Her sea-green eyes Never miss a trick Those sweet mohitos Pack quite a kick Her careless smile Cuts him to the quick Cry out For the loss of another Lorelie, Lady Lorelie Watch the dreams go by Drifters lost in the rain Lorelie, Lady Lorelie Chalk it up on high One more dupe for the dame The streetlights flicker He picks up the tab She’s got him flying With a sniff and a dab All hips and bone In the back of the cab Cry out For the loss of another You’re a beautiful child You’ve got the voice of an angel Boots of ebony tar, oh what’s the matter, has Kafka Got your tongue, my beautiful child You’ve got the voice of a devil Take away your feather and chains See how they run Lorelie, Lady Lorelie Watch the dreams go by Drifters lost in the rain Lorelie, Lady Lorelie Chalk it up on high One more dupe for the dame She took him well And the taking was fast She shook him up Shook him from my mast Was not the first; Will not be the last Cry out For the loss of another