Demons In Her Dancing Shoes

Don't go walking down Chapel Street

Down Chapel Street they'll jump you

Cut your throat as soon as give you the eye

Those wholesome girls down Chapel Street

They need some place to move their feet

Before they soothe you with a lullaby

At Bridie's place the music's loud

And there's my angel in the crowd

Well, she's the kind of squeeze

That you can't refuse

Bedroom eyes and demons

In her dancing shoes

She's the kind of tease

That means good news

Bedroom eyes and demons

In her dancing shoes

On Chapel Street the totters' carts

Cry, old rags and lumber

People gassing like the Tower of Babel

On Chapel Street there's coffee bars

Where the villains meet the stars

And money's changing hands under the table

We're gonna dance till they shut the door

'Til they clear the floor, 'til they beg for more

Well, she's the kind of squeeze

That you can't refuse

Bedroom eyes and demons

In her dancing shoes

She's the kind of tease

That means good news

Bedroom eyes and demons

In her dancing shoes

My girl, she's a piece of work

She finally got my number

Loves those cast-offs and those hand-me-downs

Dresses like a bride-to-be

From some other century

Stylish rags and ripped up wedding gowns

But you don't have to face the mess

When every day is fancy dress

Well, she's the kind of squeeze

That you can't refuse

Bedroom eyes and demons

In her dancing shoes

She's the kind of tease

That means good news

Bedroom eyes and demons

In her dancing shoes

Gonna dance, dance, dance, dance

Gonna dance, dance, dance, dance

Gonna dance, dance, dance, dance

Gonna dance, dance, dance, dance

Let's dance