Kashka from Baghdad Lives in sin, they say, With another man, But no one knows who. Old friends never call there. Some wonder if life's Inside at all - If there's life inside at all. But we know the lady who rents the room. She catches them calling a la lune. At night They're seen Laughing, Loving. They know The way To be Happy.
They never go for walks. Maybe it's because The moon's not bright enough. There's light in love, you see. I watch their shadows, Tall and slim, In the window opposite. I long to be with them. 'Cause when all the alley cats come out, I can hear music from Kashka's house. At night They're seen Laughing, Loving. They know The way To be Happy.
'Watching every night. Don't you know they're seen? Won't you let me laugh? Let me in your love.'
'Watching every night. Don't you know they're seen? Won't you let me laugh? Let me in your love.'
'Watching every night. Don't you know they're seen? Won't you let me laugh? Let me in your love.'
'Watching every night. Don't you know they're seen? Won't you let me laugh?'