Koreema knows that just what it is she does 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, they're fortune 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 Lead pipes are fortune 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, I was never sure Was it liquor or was it my soul?