baby. . .you know i would only volunteer you for the best beads around, and when the parade comes through, my shoulders are where you will sit. i will not only buy our beers tonight, baby, but i will hold yours when you show that man with the camera dem titties. when you have to puke i hold your hair, and when you hunker down between those parked cars to pee i will stand a most vigilant watch.
baby. . . i don't know anything about words like 'gentleman' or 'chivalry', but whatever you want to call it, it's alive and well here in new orleans.