She was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon
An all night social house and all day saloon
She had the face and body, the devil's own desire
Her lips were full and sugar sweet as blackberry wine
She danced around my table flashing Gris-Gris 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 in to, and too hard to resist
She did her business underneath the candle light
Always aware of Momma Zuzu's watchful eye
How many young boys have lost their innocence
Turned into old men wondering where their money went
Mmm, mmm-mmm
What happened twenty years ago seemed like yesterday
I don't drive through that part of town, I go the other way
She still dances through my bedroom everytime I go to sleep
To the rhythm of the music that the squeezebox player keeps
I smell the incense burning, Momma Zuzu's cigarette
Louisiana heatwave 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 danced around my table flashing Gris-Gris 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 in to, too hard to resist
She was a dancer
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