She says she comes from New Orleans but I don't believe her
She walks real pretty and She dresses in satin and furs
She talks about the weather the whole time that we're together and I like that
But she dances like a Ballroom Queen
Not like a Cajun girl
She says she got the Jazz inside but I don't believe her
She says she got the latest tunes going on in her head
I ask her to get up and do the jitterbug
Like nobody's watching
But she be looking down her nose and then she turns down the music instead
I don't think my baby's gonna be my baby true
I don't think my baby's gonna ever see it through
She tell me that she loves me but she never seems too pleased to see me
She's got her eyes on the man with the Cadillac sat outside
I tried my best to tell her that I'm gonna make it big in Mississipi
But its looking pretty clear to me that all she wanna do is take a ride...
I don't think my baby's gonna be my baby true
I don't think my baby's gonna ever see it through