Neffertiti came out in a stolen Limousine Twenty to her name And a walk like you never seen
She moved number eight With just a bottle in her An old wrapped up in it's cord And no plan
I watched her in the She me a little kiss And said, "Hey baby, a boy like you in a place like this?"
Then she said, "Well, I to be the one To to give you the news But this ain't nothin' But a one way to the blues"
she said, "Baby" She said, "Baby Baby, can you help me A soul station on old radio?"
And we can steal us a little If you got no place to go Oh baby, can you me find A soul station? I'm feeling low And if you use your, use your Baby, I dance jus' like Bardot
I was a warehouse floor 'Cross town to eight If my ship was comin' in It sure was dockin'
Neffertiti was dancin' six At a club jut off the After work we'd meet for I'd help her up all her tips
stuff some money In my and say "Baby, go back Now what you tryin' to Boy, in city all alone"
Then she said, "Well, I to be the one To have to you the news But this ain't nothin' But a one way to the blues"
And we can us a little salvation If you got no place to go Oh baby, can you help me A soul station? I'm kinda low And if you use your, use 'magination Baby, I dance jus' Brigitte Bardot
She'd say, "Mamma must be about you" She'd make me send home every 'Bout every or so
So I'd be there writing at her kitchen And be dancin' to the Sweet soul music playin' on her
Mamma wants to you, rock you slow To the sweet soul on the radio
And we can steal us a salvation If you got no place to go Oh baby, can you me find A soul I'm feeling kinda low And if you use your, use 'magination Baby, I dance jus' Brigitte Bardot
Neffertiti out west in a stolen limousine