Standing in the red light of a bourbon French quarter Where I met a Spanish porter who obliged me his grin He me for my time, I said, "I'd take a glass of wine" And in my altered state of mind I opened up, he jumped in
Oh, some things never out right Oh, some things turn out right
Mister, Mistress, Mistress of Mistress, of Erzulie
Well, he kissed me in the lobby on the way to Pat No, it didn't take much science to discover was next When suddenly a woman a shrunken-headed necklace She made me feel so reckless, in my innocence
Oh, some things never turn out
She led me to the levy, I was helpless as a "Don't you know who I am," she said, "Your is free" I was wired like a weapon, I was dancin' the Dirvish I woke up feverishly looking down at me
Mister, Mistress, Mistress of Mistress, Mistress of Mistress, Mistress, of Erzulie
From the coveted Ark, to Noah in and Gomorrah, the light and the dark Chased by the demon to the of the Burren Imprisoned by the truth in the of the Turrin From sin to original blame, for shame, for shame
Oh, some things turn out right Oh, things never turn out right
Mister, Mistress, Mistress of Mistress, Mistress of Mistress, Mistress of Mistress, of Erzulie
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