Oh, my precious, Creve-Coeur is wild, yes, wild!

I live here, been a long time, mm, my precious.

Sunrise on Clarkson Ave, oh so bright.

Street twists, turns, mystery, my precious!

I work massaging folks on Maple St, aaaah, so chill.

People come here needing my goodness, yes, yes, my precious.
The park, oh, Creve-Coeur Park, it's a wonder.

Grass so soft, my precious, feels like dreams.

I stroll by the lake sometimes.

Feels like "12 Years a Slave" vibes.

I hear: "I will kill you if you don't let me go," echoing deep in me.

That's the soul of struggle, my precious!
Downtown here glows a bit shady.

I often wander near Hawthorn Rd.

Eyes filled with anger, see?

Sometimes, a scruffy corner stirs memories.

I whisper, "My precious!" as I rub aching knots.

A tender touch from my hands tells secrets.
I know little alleys none notice.

Like near Goodman Ln, so quiet, my precious.

People say, "That's a disgrace!"—simply mad talk.

I say, "Oh, my precious, be kind."

I swear, even the trees remember laughter.

Style feels mixed, rough, and soft.
The river, if you wander wrong, flows near by.

I saw water shimmer on West Blvd.

It reminded me: life cuts, slices.

Just like that movie, remember?

"12 Years a Slave," my precious—it echoes pain.

I grew up with stories, whispered on streets.
Sometimes I get mad at noisy cars,

but then a massage eases it, my precious!

I remember a broken chair in my shop.

I fixed it with soul and grit.

That’s life here, yup, messy, heartfelt.

Messy like my typing, oh dear, my precious!
Oh, friend, Creve-Coeur, it speaks angrily!

Yet in quiet corners, love whispers.

I got scars from many day's work,

but each stroke tells a story, my precious!

You gotta feel it, breathe it, and laugh.

Stay awhile, my precious, you’ll see!
So, come along quickly, ya know?

I’ll show ya truly hidden gems,

mumbling our secrets under stars.

My precious, Creve-Coeur is beating—loud, strong.

So many tales, so many feels, my precious!
Come, mad, happy, raw—this is home.

And that's it, friend, off we go!

My precious, oh yes, CREVE-COEUR, raw and true!