Gardenia

Gardenia- where are you?
Black goddess in a shabby raincoat, where are you?
Cheap purple baby-doll dress, gardenia in your hair.
Much taller and stronger than me, a forbidden dream, a dream, a dream.
All I want to do is tell Gardenia what to do tonight.
All I want to do is tell Gardenia what to do tonight.
Gardenia!
Where are you tonight?
The streets were your home, now where do you roam?
Your hourglass ass and your powerful back,
Your slant devil eyes and the ditch down your spine deep as, deep as
All I want to do is tell Gardenia what to do tonight.
All I want to do is tell Gardenia what to do tonight.
We lay in the darkness.
Then she turned the lights on.
I saw a dangerous habit
When she turned the lights on.
There's always a catch in the darkness.
When you, when you turn the lights on, there's always a catch.
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well.
All I want to do is tell Gardenia what to do tonight.
All I want to do is tell Gardenia what to do tonight.
Alone in the cheap-o motel,
by the Highway to Hell,
America's greatest living poet
was ogling you all night.
You should be wearing the finest gowns, but here you are now.
Gas, food, lodging, poverty, misery, and Gardenia.
You could be burned at the stake
for all your mistakes, mistakes, mistakes.
All I want to do is tell Gardenia what to do tonight.
All I want to do is tell Gardenia what to do tonight.