[00:12.40]She was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon
[00:18.17]An all night social house and all day saloon
[00:24.07]She had the face and body, the devil’s own desire
[00:29.98]Her lips were full and sugar sweet as blackberry wine
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[00:36.78]She danced around my table
[00:39.02]Flashin’ gris-gris eyes at me
[00:42.18]Swayin’ to the tempo of a squeezebox melody
[00:47.20]She reached down and snatched the folded money from my fist
[00:53.22]So easy to give into and too hard to resist
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[01:00.04]She did her business underneath the candle light
[01:05.89]Always aware of Mama Zuzu’s watchful eye
[01:11.22]How many young boys have lost their innocence
[01:16.39]Turned into old men wonderin’ where their money went
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[01:36.28]What happened 20 years ago seem like yesterday
[01:42.86]I don’t drive through that part of town, I go the other way
[01:48.46]She still dances through my bedroom every time I go to sleep
[01:55.29]To the rhythm of the music that the squeezebox player keeps
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[02:02.10]I smell the incense burning Mama Zuzu’s cigarette
[02:07.48]Louisiana heat wave and the midnight summer sweat
[02:13.06]Somewhere down that alley there’s an old run down saloon
[02:18.53]And she’s waiting there for me at Club Zydeco Moon
[02:24.44]
[02:25.73]She danced around my table
[02:27.87]Flashin’ gris-gris eyes at me
[02:30.92]Swayin’ to the tempo of a squeezebox melody
[02:36.31]She reached down and snatched the folded money from my fist
[02:42.23]So easy to give into and too hard to resist
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[02:52.80]She was a dancer…
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