Heads are turnin' sidewardsley as she up to the stage dressed in black, hair red, gold slippers on her feet got a company of boys, she keeps as her slaves in tow But when the night is done, none of follow where she goes.. The room is a little smokey, in a half kind of way as she an extra minute to put her last drink away And the big band's anxious, they're outside shaving all their And the boss has put his foot and you know the bosses foots' made out of lead.. So she grabs the back, and throws it in his face then she starts to wail and shatter every in the place Her band is a computer, but it got any glitch It asks her for the next song, and she knows which.. The crowd has stopped its' chatter enough to catch its' breath When she the opening note and says, ".. here's a song about sex.." and then she wraps it all around me the way good women do I try to call the waiter, but he's all up in her too.. Then her is over, and it's time to take a bow "My name is Isadora," she said, if it matters now I saw her by a car as I was walking out the 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 here how this song is supposed to end And I guess I'll just have to wait until I see again..[email protected]