One time love, take care how you use it.

Try to make it last all night,

And if you take your pick,

Be careful how you choose it.

Sometimes it's hard to feel it bite.

Feel it bite.

A man I know, went down to Louisiana,

Had himself a bad, bad fight

And when the sun peeks through

Shine down on me Suzanna,

He kissed the whiskers, left and right.

Whiskers!

Out at a hotel in the quarter,

Our friends checked in to pass the night.

Now love gets hot, but fire preceded water.

Poor whiskers set that room alight.

Whiskers!

Down on Bourbon street,

You know it's right.

You can see my friends,

They run around all through the night.

Most everywhere, until the closet's bare

Run for the razor - fun doin' up my hair.

Sure know how to schmooze it.

Maybe for some that seems all right.

When I step out,

Strut down with my sugar,

She better not talk like Barry White!

Now one time love, take care how you use it.

Try to make it last all night.

You take your pick.

Be careful how you choose it.

Sometimes its hard to feel it bite.

Feel it bite.

"Royal Orleans" from the album Presence, concocted by your friends, LZ