from somewhere outside i hear the street vendor cry fil gumbo from my window i see him going down the street and he don t know that she fell right to sleep in the damp tangled sheets so soon after love in the hot afternoon now the bourbon street lady sleeps like a baby in the shadows she was new to me full of mystery but now i know that she s just a girl and i m just a guy in a room for love in the hot afternoon we got high in the park this morning and we sat without talkin then we came back here in the heat of the day tired of walkin where under her breath she hummed to herself a tune of love in the hot afternoon 