She said baby our love's just like your songsThe beat ain't bad but the words are all wrongIt's time to pack my bags, it's time to just move onShe sang Johnny, I'm gone, gone, goneAnd she was gone
Me and Leigh met summer of '95In a burgundy dress lookin' finer than a French wineA Cajun queen with another sideShe was a schoolboy's dream, I was out of my mindShe was lookin' fineShe said "You want to drive me home"But what I didn't know...
Chorus:Ooh, Ooh - I was dancing with theQueen of New OrleansOoh, Ooh - Dancing in the streets of New OrleansOoh, Ooh - Dancing cheek to cheek in New OrleansOoh, Ooh - It was almost like a dream
That night I made a move, man I felt hardWhen I put my hands in her cookie jarShe was more than a girl, she was a cabaret starI was a deer in the lights of a speeding carNothing's what it seemsShe was a Venus de Milo in her sister's jeans
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Chorus2:Ooh, Ooh - I was dancing with theQueen of New OrleansOoh, Ooh - Dancing in the streets of New OrleansOoh, Ooh - Dancing cheek to cheek in New OrleansOoh, Ooh - Dancing with the Queen down Bourbon St.
Chorus 2Little triggers that you pull with your tongue.
Little triggers. I don't wanna be hung up, strung up,
when you don't call up.
Little sniggers on your lips.
Little triggers in your grip.
Little triggers. My hand on your hip.
Thinkin' all about those censored sequences,
worryin' about the consequences,
waiting until I come to my senses.
Better put it all in present tenses.
Worryin' about the common decency
when it is only a question of frequency
when you say O.K. But I gotta cheek to be
sayin' you're tired of me when you don't even weaken these