She mesmerizes with a smileDark eyes as compelling as the bourbonThat girl in the canary yellow dressSays yes
She flips a pack of cigarettesHe doesn't smoke, but he takes one nonethelessIt helps to keep his motives true, Gauloises blueWhat else is the poor boy supposed to do
She dances like a flame, words unheardEyes closedYellow dressWhirls and swirls
It's late, the hour's growing hornsThe band seems to draw her ever closerThis girl gets right down in the groove, grooves a moveLeads him out to where they play the blues
She dances like a flameHas no cares, yellow-dressed flaresEyes closed, arms aboveShe shakes pearls and snakes
Too late in this folie à troixHe sees that the heart is pounding forBig daddy who falls down to his knees, begging her pleaseLifts his sax, says "here's my little tease"
Her dancing sets the place on fireHeaven and hellThe flames come up his spineAs she shakes, whirls and snakes