From the recording VIII


I hear an old tuneI see a Creole moonAnd a warm windComes drifting inThere’s a rockin’ showI want to goOh so many things I could doLike a bird on the wing I could fly to youIf I knewIf I knew how to danceI’d know how it feelsTo wear high heelsTo go steppin’ outSee what it’s all aboutTo smell the sweet perfumeIn a crowded roomAnd then you’d notice meIn my fineryWith a tender touchSay, “I love you so much”And then the sound would start pumpin’And my heart would be thumpin’And the joint starts jumpin’