New orleans
John raymond pollardFound you a sugar daddy - made you feel like a queen.
I got in touch with fears and tears that flow.
Snow's whipped 'round winds that blow.
It's cold up here in New York State.
I survive.
You arrived in this fine parish. Did he show you around?
Air is thick with voodoo magic and jungle drum sound.
The Cajun beat spilled to the street you heard the sound and tapped your feet.
You picked up something southern, sweet.
You go down.
Oh, baby,
I miss your lying by my side.
You know, baby,
I've got to struggle for my pride
and nobody could ever touch me
nobody ever touched me the way that you do…the way you do.
The boys from the bayou country did they eat you alive--
backwater alligators mixing bourbon and jive.
Are you working in a restaurant, established French cafe?
Do you flirt with the head waiter as you pick up the tray?
You got me out of bed this morning with your calling collect
I don't accept the charges. I suspect
you're ready to return to me like all those times before.
This time you'll find that I won't open my door.
Oh, baby,
I miss your lying by my side.
You know, baby,
I struggle so, but I survive.
And nobody could ever touch me
nobody ever touched me the way that you do…the way you do.
You took off to like a flash of lighting to New Orleans.