Kibbee-Parks
You light on my feet Fine and so fleet
So indiscreet We should meet around midnight
You may be insincere You whisper in my ear
Some words that may be unclear but they sound so right
And my head begins to spin When my heart sez it's a sin
Never let the dance begin Once again To begin
You have your way with the women
You who captivate with your rhythm
I can't quite forget or forgive 'em
I'm not just a doll built for the ball
After I fall dancin' is all you may recall
After the ball
I remember well elegant swell
The spell you weave very well in the moonlight
Ooh! Every move you make
Your flashing eyes would break
The hardest heart in Atlanta it just ain't right.
You-- a master of the game Me a moth and you a flame
You don't even know my name Just a dame
All the same
You have your way with the women
You who captivate with your rhythm
I can't quite forget or forgive 'em
So do your worst! You'll be my first
At last in love I'm lost and long to care
Free from it all! Fated to fall
My femme fatale! Always on call!
Winsome withal after the ball
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh