Anaïs Mitchell - Orleanna lyrics

Riding on a sea of bra** And colored beads and broken gla** Behind a painted china mask She might be looking at you She's got her shade up to her chin A dirty little bourbon grin And all the saints go marching in To try and get her number Orleanna Orleanna She'll tell you what you want to hear The secret thing to make you feel Like you were part of something real You were something special And meanwhile you can try to hide The big old hollow place inside The ruins of your Yankee pride You might as well surrender To Orleanna Orleanna You'll be going home she knows Tomorrow is another show But you'll be broke before you go She will be the richer The little Cajun girl in there Will run along and play somewhere But you won't know and you won't care You got just what you paid for From Orleanna Orleanna