Heads are turnin' sidewardsley as she up to the stage dressed in black, blazin' red, gold slippers on her feet She's got a company of boys, she keeps as her in tow But the night is done, none of them follow where she goes.. The room is a little smokey, in a half kind of way as she takes an extra to put her last drink away And the big band's growing anxious, they're outside all their And the boss has put his down and you know the bosses foots' made out of lead.. So she the introduction back, and throws it in his face then she starts to wail and shatter every window in the Her is a computer, but it hasn't got any glitch It asks her for the song, and she knows exactly which.. The crowd has stopped its' long enough to catch its' breath she hits the opening note and says, ".. here's a song about sex.." and then she wraps it all around me the way most good do I try to the waiter, but he's all wrapped up in her too.. Then her song is over, and time to take a bow "My name is Isadora," she said, if it even now I saw her by a car as I was out the door Her boys had loaded most of the things, but they still needed to a more.. So I stopped a to tell her that I really like her voice she smiled, thanking me, telling me that I really had no choice So now I'm sitting deciding how this song is supposed to end And I guess I'll just have to until I see Isadora again..[email protected]