Karima knows that just what it is she does That it can't be hard for her to get a buzz Down in the street below Hear the drunken archangel sing I know what's on your mind, my boy Just I can see, oh, everything Lead pipes, your fortunes made Well, take a tip from me Climb up to her window ledge, or you'll forever be Just walking under ladders as the people 'round you hear you crying, "Please" As the people 'round you hear you crying, "Please" As they hear you- Lead pipes are fortunes made Well, take a tip from me Climb up to her window ledge, or you'll forever be Just walking under ladders as the people 'round you hear you crying, "Please" As the people 'round you hear you crying "Please" "Please, please" Who really knows that just what it is she does? It can't be hard for her to get a buzz The rapture of vertigo and letting go But me, myself, and I was never sure Was it liquor or was it my soul?