Chance Meeting At The Tarantula

Hey, don't I know you from somewhere Yeah, it was down in New Orleans In one of those back-street bars in the quarter Between Desire and Honalee You were dancin' with a friend of Michael's I remember how we met You were talkin' to ol' Jimmy And you lit my cigarette How come you can't remember? This is me you're talkin' to From May through September It was all about me 'n you, Baby It was all about me 'n you Well it looks like to me That you have conveniently forgotten everything This confusion that has surrounded you Is this your morality and not your brain You've got a birthmark below your navel You wear a size seven and a half shoe You got this Rolex watch that I suspect you cobbed From that doctor who said he loved you