She mesmerises with a smile Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon The girl in the canary yellow dress Says yes
She flips a pack of cigarettes He doesn't smoke but he takes one nonetheless It helps to keep his motives true (Gauloise-blue) What else is the poor boy supposed to do?
She dances like a flame Words unheard Eyes closed and yellow dress Whirls and swirls
It's late the hour's growing horns The band seems to draw her ever closer This girl gets right down in the groove Woos and moves Leads him on to where they play the blues
She dances like a flame Has no cares, yellow dress flares Eyes closed, arms above, she shakes Swirls and snakes
Too late in this folie à trois He sees that her heart is pounding for Big daddy who falls down to his knees Begging her please Lifts his sax, says here's my little tease
Her dancing sets the place on fire Heaven and hell The flames curl up his spine As she shakes, whirls and snakes
Compositores: David Jon Gilmour (PRS), Polly Anne Samson (PRS)Editor: Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2015 (26/Jun) e lançado em 2015 (01/Set)ECAD verificado obra #13610792 e fonograma #11475008 em 21/Abr/2024