lyrics to a song i'm writing ... it's a showtune for the next burlesque show

All night music starts at 2 am
he's a theif with a bad air to him
but he moves to the music and he's forgiven
she's a dreamer nobody believes in
but she starts a-swayin' to the music
and then she starts to sing
the whole world's a sucker for a beauty and a tramp
moving about the darkness stealing hearts and spare change
she's an indifferent sacrifice to a far smaller frame

portrait of a lady in a place like New Orleans
a buzzy headed lady if you know what I mean
they say she walks like religion
though her life is rife with sin
e'en the chaste ladies offer her a din of respect
for they word their lives so holy
but it's she who seems blessed
cause she hears a secret music
she's a dreamer and a tramp
she starts a-swayin' to the music and then she starts to sing....
some stories are endings all unto themselves
some glories are endless
some don't make a sound
you can keep your love letters
your cash and your things
Im gonna keep a-sining till I rest in the ground...