| Pumpin' the blood through the heart of New Orleans
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| She’s the mystic heat of the Bourbon Street dream
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| She’s just made out of flesh and bones
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| But let me tell you little boy, you better leave her alone
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| Leroy Brown thought he was bad too
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| 'Till she left him floatin' in the old bayou
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| She’s the kind of girl, she’s built like a bomb
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| She’s the blackeyed, blackeyed
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| Blackeyed blonde, get down
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| Uh-huh, blackeyed pea
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| She black
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| She blonde
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| That blackeyed beauty with the golden crotch
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| French electric sex a cock shocking swamp fox
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| Heaten queen of sleeze she’s hot to box
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| But let me tell you little boy, she’ll clean your clock
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| A slick and sly spy, stuck in the muck of the moat
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| Blew his mind to find a diamond in the boat
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| Double-o-dooms day for Mr. James Bond
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| She’s the blackeyed, blackeyed
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| Blackeyed blonde, get down!
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| Uh-huh, blackeyed pea
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| She black
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| She blonde |