She mesmerizes with a smile Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon That girl in the canary yellow dress Says yes She flips a pack of cigarettes He doesn't smoke, but he takes one nonetheless It helps to keep his motives true, the girl was blue What else is the poor boy supposed to do She dances like a flame, pearls on her Eyes closed Yellow dress Runs and swirls It's late, the hour's growing horns The band seems to draw her ever closer This girl gets right down in the groove, grooves a move Leads him out to where they play the blues She dances like a flame Has no cares, yellow-dressed flame Eyes closed, clouds above She shakes pearls and snakes Too late in this folie a troix He sees that the heart is pounding for Big daddy who falls down to his knees, begging her please Lifts his sax, says "here's my little tease" Her dancing sets the place on fire Heaven and hell The flames come up his spine As she shakes pearls and snakes