Karima knows just what it is she does
It can't be hard for her to get a buzz
Down in the street below
You hear the drunken prophet sing
"I know what's on your mind, my boy
'Cause I can see, oh everything"

Lead pipes, your fortune's 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

Lead pipes, a fortune's 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)

Karima knows just what it is she does
It can't be hard for her to get a buzz
The rapture of vertigo
And letting go
Me myself I was never sure
Was it the liquor
Or was it my soul?

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Writer(s): Carl Barat, Peter Doherty