She was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon
An all night social house and all day saloon
She has the face and body, the devil's own design
Her lips were gold and sugar sweet as blackberry wine

She dance around my table, flashing big green eyes at me
Swaying to the tempo of a squeezebox melody
She reached down and snatched the folded money from my fist
So easy to give into and too hard to resist

She did her business underneath the candle light
Always aware of Mama Juju's watchful eyes
How many young boys have lost their innocence
Turning to old men wondering where their money went

What happened twenty years ago seem like yesterday
I don't ride through that part of town, I go the other way
She still dances through my bedroom every time I go to sleep
To the rhythm of the music that the squeezebox player keeps

I smell the incense burning Mama Juju's cigarette
Louisiana heat wave and the midnight summer sweat
Somewhere down that alley there's an old rundown saloon
And she's waiting there for me at Club Zydeco Moon

She dance around my table, flashing big green eyes at me
Swaying to the tempo of a squeezebox melody
She reached down and snatched the folded money from my fist
So easy to give into, too hard to resist

She was a dancer

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