Up and down the streets they walk today
Gave the coffee shops oh some of their pay
Cobblestones ain't getting in the way
To see the ladies behind the glass in lingerie
There they go
The blinds up in the window
Turn a shade
Of deeper red
Back and forth the rain the sleet the snow
On paths once walked by Rembrandt and Van Gogh
Along canals lit up from the glow
To see the ladies behind the glass row by row
There they go
The blinds up in the window
Turn a shade
Of deeper red
And the puffs of smoke
Smelling like white widow
Turn a shade baby
Of deeper red
The peep show, is selling out of tickets
Where everyone comes, then everyone goes
And outside the Bulldog, tobacco and weed mixes
As the boys smoke amongst the glow
There they go
The blinds up in the window
Turn a shade
Of deeper red
And the puffs of smoke
Smelling like white widow
Turn a shade baby
Of deeper red
