Club Zydeco Moon

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, flashin' gris-gris eyes at me
 Swayin' 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 Zuzu's watchful eye
 How many young boys have lost their innocence?
 Turned into old men wonderin' where their money went
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 What happened 20 years ago seem like yesterday
 I don't drive 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 Zuzu's cigarette
 Louisiana heat wave and the midnight summer sweat
 Somewhere down that alley, there's an old run down saloon
 And she's waiting there for me at Club Zydeco Moon
 She danced around my table, flashin' gris-gris eyes at me
 Swayin' 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