You′re a table-top dancing girl
With your teasing limbs and smile
As close as you are right now
Might as well be a mile
Though you give me stimulation
It's a hollow situation
I want you girl but it′s so unreal
I don't know what to do
I'd like to think that you′d be available
By the time that you get through
There must be someone waitin′ for you
And there's nothing much that I can do
It′s a flesh parade for dollars
Get me one more drink
'Cause looking at this snake-pit
Is laughable when you think
You get us guys to give up our money
Shake your tassels and smile for us, honey
I want you girl but it′s so unreal
It's only work to you
Staring down from that table top
Feeling like you′re in a zoo
And that's the way it looks to you
But you've got a job to do
It′s the same old disco music
Smoke-filled busy shift
Joes and men are mingling
And some of us are cast adrift
Cheeks in red lace
Swaying in my face
You′re trying hard to hide a yawn
Table dancing on till dawn
I can't afford to wait that long
We didn′t talk but it's in the song
You gave me pleasure but I′ve got to go
While the night is young
New Orleans, down on Bourbon Street
Looking at the way you do
And wondering who'll be loving you
It surely wasn′t me and you
Writer(s): John Mayall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
