The Girl in the Yellow Dress

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 a 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