Lady Juan

Lady Juan is a regular
to expensive perfumes
She left her city by train
running away from a stumble
Lady Juan sells flowers
devout, faithful of luck
She fears time and old age
is a child of shyness

Like another lady
assuming her virtue
to be just another loner
He is pointed out
by the neat crowd
There goes Lady Juan
tonight lights and lipstick
tonight life on the boulevard
tonight I want to be happy

When night falls
he wants to be loved
wraps his head in tulle
and La boheme comes out