She was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon An all night social house and all day saloon She has the face and body, the devil's own design Her lips were gold and sugar sweet as blackberry wine She dance around my table, flashing big green 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 into and too hard to resist She did her business underneath the candle light Always aware of Mama Juju's watchful eyes How many young boys have lost their innocence Turning to old men wondering where their money went What happened twenty years ago seem like yesterday I don't ride 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 Juju's cigarette Louisiana heat wave 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 dance around my table, flashing big green 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 into, too hard to resist She was a dancer