She mesmerizes with a smile,
Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon,
That girl in the canary yellow dress
Says yes.
She flips a pack of cigarettes,
He doesn't smoke, but he takes one nonetheless,
It helps to keep his motives true, the girl was blue,
What else is the poor boy supposed to do?
She bounces like a flame, clothes on her,
Eyes closed,
Yellow dress
Runs and swirls.
It's late, the hour's growing horns,
The band seems to draw her ever closer,
This girl gets right down in the groove, grooves a move,
Leads him out to where they play the blues.
She dances like a flame,
Has no cares, yellow-dressed flame,
Eyes closed, clouds above,
She shakes pearls and snakes.
Too late in this folie à troix
He sees that the heart is pounding for
Big daddy who falls down to his knees, begging her please,
Lifts his sax, says, «Here's my little tease».
Her dancing sets the place on fire,
Heaven and hell,
The flames come up his spine
As she shakes pearls and snakes.