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AmShe was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon
EAn all night social house and all day salAmoon
She had the face and body the devil?s own desire
Her lEips were full and sugar sweet as blackberry wAmine
She daGnced around my table
Flashin? grAmis-gris eyes at me
SwaGyin? to the tempo of a squeAmezebox melody
She reached down and snatched the folded money
from my fist
So eEasy to give into and too hard to rAmesist
GShe did her business underneAmath the candle light
GAlways aware of Mama AmZuzu?s watchful eye
How many young boys have lost their innocence
ETurned into old men wonderin? where their
money wAment
FAmFGE
What Amhappened 20 years ago seem like yesterday
I don?t drive through that part of town,
I gEo the other Amway
She still dances through my bedroom every time I
go to sleep
To the rhEythm of the music that the squeezebox
player kAmeeps
I Gsmell the incense burning Mama ZuAmzu?s cigarette
LouGisiana heat wave and the miAmdnight summer sweat
Somewhere down that alley there?s an old run down saloon
She?s wEaiting there for me at Club Zydeco MAmoon
She daGnced around my table
Flashin? grAmis-gris eyes at me
SwaGyin? to the tempo of a squeAmezebox melody
She reached down and snatched the folded money
from my fist
So eEasy to give into and too hard to rAmesist
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